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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357822" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Builders</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold, I built a fowlhouse in my yard!<br>Two months agone the great work was begun,<br>And ev'ry eventide I labored hard,<br>What time my daily office grind was done.<br>'Tis to my industry a monument,<br>The fowls, my wife and I are well content.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Indeed, I built a fowlhouse. Gods forbid <br>Although I made it, floor and roof and wall <br>That I should boast about this thing I did. <br>I mention it most modestly withal.<br>Just these two hands, this brain were all I had.<br>I built it on my own, and I am glad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, as I toiled at eve, my wife would come,<br>The candle, nails and divers tools to hold;<br>And when I swore because I hit my thumb <br>She did not hang the contract up to scold,<br>Nor move a vote of censure, and maintain <br>The thing should be pulled down and built again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is my helpmate, both in name and deed;<br>Nor does she deem it policy to nag.<br>And when she saw my wounded finger bleed<br>She bound it up, most tenderly, with rag.<br>Thus, for one end, did both of us conspire<br>To have a fowlhouse was our joint desire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, when I went about my work in town, <br>No secret vision filled my day with dread <br>That she would pull the whole contraption down<br>And start a building of her own instead. <br>I knew, indeed, she would take care to leave <br>Unharmed my handiwork of yester-eve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You'll note - if you're at all intelligent<br>Our system was simplicity itself:<br>We wanted something, that was evident,<br>To wit, a fowlhouse, perches, and a shelf <br>For nests. I got some timber, tools and nails,<br>And set to work. This method seldom fails.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when I'd done, and saw it stand complete,<br>With triumph was I most absurdly filled. <br>A tiny thing, enclosing ten square feet,<br>That any deft suburbanite might build <br>Yet was my soul with satisfaction seized; <br>And, on the whole, I think the fowls were pleased.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now that my hens are well and snugly housed,<br>And given cosy nests in which to lay, <br>It seems, their gratitude has been aroused:<br>Our egg supply increases ev'ry day.<br>And yet, I vow, when I their house designed <br>No sordid thought of eggs was in my mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maybe I seem a trifle too inclined<br>To brag about a very simple feat.<br>Yet strange ideas crowd into my mind<br>When I sit down to scan my morning sheet,<br>And read of other builders who should be <br>GOLIATHS in comparison with me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These mighty undertakings, I've no doubt <br>Vast railway lines that span a continent, <br>And other matters that I read about<br>Are apt to cause much wordy argument. <br>Yet I, who calmly built a house for fowls, <br>Can feel contempt for these unseemly howls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, when they move to build, unholy shouts <br>Go up to Heaven from opponent throats; <br>The Ins are ever brawling with the Outs;<br>And both are scheming sordidly for votes. <br>They build not as true builders, such as I, <br>Who build for love, and scorn the trade they ply.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thank God, my wife and I are well content<br>In doing things to win a modest name<br>Without the aid of Party Government<br>And all the meanness of that paltry Game. <br>Honest endeavor, and some boards and nails, <br>Pride in our work - this method seldom fails.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am so diffident, I hardly care<br>To give advice to statesmen evident,<br>And yet, on this occasion, shall I dare<br>To offer them some small encouragement:<br>Let them forego their wrangles, curses, howls,<br>And strive to build a little place for fowls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis sheer presumption, surely, to compare<br>Myself with statesmen in high honor decked;<br>Yet do I feel emboldened to declare<br>That I am more deserving of respect.<br>They, by their brawls, a mighty work have marred;<br>I built an honest fowlhouse in my yard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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Two months agone the great work was begun,
And ev'ry eventide I labored hard,
What time my daily office grind was done.
'Tis to my industry a monument,
The fowls, my wife and I are well content.

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