Franklin

Fame twined a wreath on Franklin's brow A-many years ago-- And yet, how many people now The reason for it know? Was it because he wisely wrote Poor Richard's Almanac (One of the few, we pause to note, Which testimonials lack)?

Was Franklin's fame the sure result Of his philosophy? (No mental cure or psychic cult Or Great Uplift had he.) Was it because for years and years He was a diplomat? Why, no. What person ever hears About such things as that?

Then what did wise Ben Franklin do That he should merit fame? That each edition of "Who's Who" In bold type puts his name? He flew his kite; he had the key His front door to unlock-- Like countless other men, then he Acquired a sudden shock.

The trolley cars and dynamos And incandescent light And buzzing fan which coolness blows All date from Franklin's kite. But, what an oversight of Fame! Ben Franklin's wife--'twas she, That thoughtful, gentle, kindly dame, Who let him have the key.