Abraham Lincoln
his hand and pen
he will be good but
god knows When
Abraham Lincoln his hand and pen he will be good
but god knows When Time What an emty vaper
tis and days how swift they are swift as an indian arr[ow]
Meter
fly on like a shooting star the presant moment Just [is here]
then slides away in h[as]te that we [can] never say they ['re ours]
but [only say] th[ey]'re past
Abraham Lincoln is my nam[e]
And with my pen I wrote the same
I wrote in both hast and speed
and left it here for fools to read