Little Abe Lincoln

By Elizabeth Upham

Ambitious little fellow,
Did you dream of being great ,
With charcoal for a pencil
And a shovel for a slate?

Earnest little fellow,
What high hopes filled your head,
As you lay upon the bearskin
Of that wee log-cabin bed?

Honest little fellow,
When a neighbor’s book got wet,
You labored with your axe for weeks
Until you paid the debt.

Unselfish little fellow,
Whose life was ever spent
In doing deeds for others,
You were made a President!