Cousin Ben Folsom (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight of his room,
Making it rich and like a lily bloom,
A fat man writing with a pen of gold:
Exceeding luck had made Ben Folsom bold,
And to the presence in the room he said,
“What writest thou?” The fat man raised his head,
And in a voice made sweet by its accent,
Answered: “The names of those who love the President.”