THE HONEST MAN
Diogenes, the Scholar, wagered once a silver dollar
He could find an honest man if he but tried.
With this in view he started. Optimistic and light-hearted,
He began to search the country far and wide.
In time his eyes grew bleary and his dusty feet grew weary.
Dishonest were the faces that he scanned.
There were thieves and rogues a-many, but of honest men, not any,
It wasn't quite as easy as he'd planned!
Yet with sturdy heart and sinew he determined to continue,
So for years and years he trudged from place to place.
"I'm sure," he often pondered as he traveled and he wandered,
"I'm sure I'll some day see an honest face!"
Arriving at a river which he waded with a shiver,
He quickly reached the pebbled farther brink.
Then, thirsty from his travel, he knelt upon the gravel --
But he didn't cup his hands and take a drink!
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No! Prouder than a Major, he cried out, "I've won my wager!"
His relief was great, his satisfaction vast.
And with undisguised affection, he stared down at his reflection!
"I've found," he cried, "an honest man at last!"