The South Fork Boys And Their Dam Poem by Hm. Nes

The boys of South Fork Country Club
Raise glasses to their health
And laud the speech of Carnegie,
His grand gospel of wealth.

Then breaks the dam and floods the homes
Of Johnstown's humbler ranks.
Two thousand and two hundred nine
Lie dead upon the banks.

The South Fork Fishing-Hunting Club,
A guilty brood of rooks,
Hear solace from ole Carnegie,
The patron saint of books:

'Our dam is breached, but who'll dare blame
'The fishing-hunting guild?
'Two thousand and FIVE hundred nine
'Libraries we shall build! '