Benjamin Franklin
1706-1790
Ben Franklin munched
a loaf of bread while walking down the street,
And all the Philadelphia
girls tee-heed to see him eat.
A country boy come up
to town with eyes as big as saucers
At the ladies in their
furbelows, the gentlemen on their horses.
Ben Franklin wrote an
almanac, a smile upon his lip,
It told you when to
plant your corn and how to cure the pip,
But he salted it and
seasoned it with proverbs sly and sage,
And people read "Poor
Richard" till Poor Richard was the rage.
Ben Franklin made a
pretty kite and flew it in the air
To call upon a thunderstorm
that happened to be there,
__And all our humming
dynamos and our electric light
Go back to what Ben
Franklin found, the day he flew his kite.
Ben Franklin was the
sort of man that people like to see,
For he was very clever
but as human he could be.
He had an eye for pretty
girls, a palate for good wine,
And all the court of
France were glad to ask him to dine.
But it didn't make him
stuffy and he wasn't spoiled by fame
But stayed Ben Franklin
to the end, as Yankee as his name.
"He wrenched their might
from tyrants and its lightning from the sky."
And, oh, when he saw
pretty girls, he had a taking eye!
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