An’ Providence remembered us with strong, unsparin’ hand;
The oil came out with steady flow an’ loaded up the tanks,
An’ the Lord was due rewarded by a solid vote of thanks.
A resolution then came up thet caused the vote to split,
A sort of an amendment, readin’ somethin’ like, to wit—
‘Whereas, a tenth is all the Lord was ever known to crave,
Resolved we give it to Him; but resolved the rest we save.’
“I fit that resolution, an’ I fit it tooth an’ nail,
Spoke of dangers such proceedin’s was most likely to entail;
But two votes were in its favor, an’ two votes it only took