English poem

Old Deacon Griggs made money fast

by Carolyn Wells (1862–1942)

Old Deacon Griggs made money fast; His greatest virtue was my last. But his son John turned out my whole, Which grieved the deacon’s sordid soul; For hast’ning to my first, the son Disbursed the gold that Griggs had won.

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