48. THE FARMER AND HIS SONS.
An aged Farmer, fearing lest
His land, when he was laid to rest,
Might lie untilled, before he died
Summoned his sons to his bedside
And told them that a Treasure rare
Was buried in a field somewhere.
No sooner was he laid away
Than setting to, without delay
His sons plowed up each field with care,
To find at last the Treasure rare
Was not a chest with guineas filled
But rich crops from the land they tilled. [more info]
An aged Farmer, fearing lest
His land, when he was laid to rest,
Might lie untilled, before he died
Summoned his sons to his bedside
And told them that a Treasure rare
Was buried in a field somewhere.
No sooner was he laid away
Than setting to, without delay
His sons plowed up each field with care,
To find at last the Treasure rare
Was not a chest with guineas filled
But rich crops from the land they tilled. [more info]
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