Gold! 'he yelled
'in them thar hills'
he danced to pass the time
'it's laying all around'
he said 'and I'm gonna
git me mine.
But first I gotsta to
stake my claim.'
and he turned towards the town.
thinking of the life he'd lead
and the dynasty he'd found
But he shudna, didna yelled
so loud,
shoulda kept the
news hush, hush,
‘cos he
never gotsta stake his claim
he was trampled in the rush.....yuk......yuk.....yuk
Bill Mitton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gold-3/
