In a newspaper clipping from 1912 (no other information) there was a poem printed but with no author or title. Has anyone run across this:
"There's a world of fine contentment
where the fire's burnin' bright,
The children grouped around on a snowy winter night.
Listenin' to the stories that come from long ago,
Of fairies and wild witches riding' broom-
sticks o'er the snow.
Listen to no candidates, nor heed campaign call:
won the highest office - Storyteller
to them all!
rosy faces shining in the fire's friendly glow,
best of all, they're loving the storyteller, so!"
"There's a world of fine contentment
where the fire's burnin' bright,
The children grouped around on a snowy winter night.
Listenin' to the stories that come from long ago,
Of fairies and wild witches riding' broom-
sticks o'er the snow.
Listen to no candidates, nor heed campaign call:
won the highest office - Storyteller
to them all!
rosy faces shining in the fire's friendly glow,
best of all, they're loving the storyteller, so!"
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