Judge Selah LivelySuppose you stood just five feet two,And had worked your way as a grocery clerk,Studying law by candle lightUntil you became an attorney at law?And then suppose through your diligence,And regular church attendance,You became attorney for Thomas Rhodes,Collecting notes and mortgages,And representing all the widowsIn the Probate Court? And through it allThey jeered at your size, and laughed at your clothesAnd your polished boots? And then supposeYou became the County Judge?And Jefferson Howard and Kinsey Keene,And Harmon Whitney, and all the giantsWho had sneered at you, were forced to standBefore the bar and say “Your Honor”—Well, don’t you think it was naturalThat I made it hard for them?
Suppose you stood just five feet two,And had worked your way as a grocery clerk,Studying law by candle lightUntil you became an attorney at law?And then suppose through your diligence,And regular church attendance,You became attorney for Thomas Rhodes,Collecting notes and mortgages,And representing all the widowsIn the Probate Court? And through it allThey jeered at your size, and laughed at your clothesAnd your polished boots? And then supposeYou became the County Judge?And Jefferson Howard and Kinsey Keene,And Harmon Whitney, and all the giantsWho had sneered at you, were forced to standBefore the bar and say “Your Honor”—Well, don’t you think it was naturalThat I made it hard for them?