V.D.T.

Joe Hill's Last Will

(Written in his call November 13, £5915,

on the eve of his execution in Salt Lake City, Utah.)

My will is easy to decide,

For there is nothing to divide.

"Moss does not cling to a rolling stone."

My body? Ah, if I could choose,

I would to ashes it reduce,

And let the merry breezes blow

My dust to where some flowers grow.

Perhaps some fading flower then

Would come to life and bloom again.

This is my last and final will,

Good luck to all of you,

(keep a four count rhyikm)

Jump out the bed at 7 a.m.

Wash your face and get to The Place.

By 8 a.m. the boss is on my case,

Says to me, "You'd better pick up the pace!"

Now it's 9 a.m.,, I'm working on time

Double time, triple time, overtime!

Working nine hours a day, six days a week,

While my friends are still out on the street.

10:15, the rat race is on,

Short break, we can't even use the phone.

Lunch time comes and goes real quick,

Gulp it down fast, and get on the stick.

1 o'clock, 4 hours to go,

You're working hard, but time goes slow.

5 o'clock! Time to stop!

Thank God it's all over, ‘cause I'm ‘bout to drop!

Home by 6, too tired to cook,

Pick up the kids, drop off a book.

Keeping busy, no time for the blues,

Fall asleep while watching the news,

Aftemoons, midnights, or 9 to 5,

All God's children got to work to survive.

We're the muscle and brains that make America thrive,

We're the backbone of the nation and that's no jive!

Give me five!