I found that Grease was not yet free;
For busily a dirty carl
Was branding “bonded” on each barrel.
I sat upon the rocky brow
Which o’erlooks Franklin—far-famed town;
A hundred derricks stood below
And many a well of great renown;
I counted them at break of day,
And when the sun set where were they?
They were still there. But where art thou,