In some places Clanking wheels Honking horns And hurried meals Here whispering pines A chuckle and "Yas Suh" White teeth and "Na Suh" Stirs forgotten memories Slavery of man to soil In the act of disappearing The shackles of progress Already now appearing. Masters - System and Efficiency Begin their progressive reign Spreading goods and culture Raising earnings, easing pain. Clearing thickets, sowing grass, Building plants, hiring men. Shortening hours, doing less Carefree living and then - No thrashing when you’ve lied No whittling in Country Store No blushing maids to hide Behind the open kitchen door. Just culture and progress Always knocking at your door No excuse left for ignorance No one known as honest but poor.