Worth Poem by Ima Ryma

At last the Civil War was done.
Abraham Lincoln went to see
The truth of what the Union won,
Fighting the Confederacy.
He went to Richmond, capitol
Of the rebel states of the South
Over the masses came a lull,
Whispered rejoicings mouth to mouth.
An old black man came up to Abe,
And pressed a bill into his hand.
'I'm now free as a newborn babe.'
'Don't need to buy it as I planned.'

That worthless Confederate bill
Was in dead Lincoln's pocket still.