For here in America, above all San Pete
Is little of rank and less of elite
Here one can't afford to put on any airs,
The judge makes the pants the criminal wears
If not as a tailor, as the saying goes,
Then the judge as our barber "takes us all by the nose."
Our mayor in peace may be seen with his sheep
While the adjutant probably clerks for his keep.
The priest may not preach as well as he plows,
And the sexton himself doubtless weaved his own clothes.
With them, if a man is as good as his word,
He's the equal of all, and at times may be heard.
|Painting of the tarring and feathering of Joseph Smith by C.C.A. Christensen.|