Yee BowThey got me into the Sunday-schoolIn Spoon RiverAnd tried to get me to drop Confucius for Jesus.I could have been no worse offIf I had tried to get them to drop Jesus for Confucius.For, without any warning, as if it were a prank,And sneaking up behind me, Harry Wiley,The minister’s son, caved my ribs into my lungs,With a blow of his fist.Now I shall never sleep with my ancestors in Pekin,And no children shall worship at my grave.
They got me into the Sunday-schoolIn Spoon RiverAnd tried to get me to drop Confucius for Jesus.I could have been no worse offIf I had tried to get them to drop Jesus for Confucius.For, without any warning, as if it were a prank,And sneaking up behind me, Harry Wiley,The minister’s son, caved my ribs into my lungs,With a blow of his fist.Now I shall never sleep with my ancestors in Pekin,And no children shall worship at my grave.