Is there a man true to the soil, a symbol of hard work and life's toil;
Separated from the gravel, handpicked, a nations jewel?

Is there a man that is as pure as gold, melted in fiery heat, enough to be bold;
Not scared of the furnace, buried in hot coals with excessive sterness?

Is there a man whose vices glow, pounded with force, yet can take every blow;
Unique in nature, for great men...