ORGANIZATION

A stage driver passed o'er a trail
one day,
pass meadow and woodland
he took his way.
His long whip snapped with unerring aim,
whether standing or moving
twas still the same.

A horsefly fell as his snaky lash
shot out as quick as a lightning flash.
A grasshopper here, a butterfly there,
fell prey to his whip
as they winged the air.

A hornets nest hung on a limb nearby,
but this stage driver passed
carefully by.
"Whats the matter?"
his passengers cried surprised.
"Why?" he said,
"them hornets Organized"

The Horsefly, the Butterfly,
and the Grasshopper too;
their fate should be a lesson
and a warning to you.
You'll flutter and fall
like the hoppers and flies,
unless like the Hornets,
you are Organized.

(Author unknown; this poem provided by
Lloyd Pearson, first moderator of The
Synod of South Atlantic, to Presbyterian
Men.)

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