Poet Laureate of Moosic
(self-proclaimed) No members of the Borough Council were bribed for this honor and no animals were harmed.
The Bells of Moosic
O BELLS that ring, O bells that swing
Above the coalminers' wilderness,
Till from that reddened tunnel-line spring
The Union seed to cheer and bless,
What are your gathered nuggets oh sick ?
O Alarm bells ! Fire House bells !
O school bells of Moosic !
O bells that crash, O bells that clash
Above the chimney-crowded plain,
On wall and tower your voices dash,
But never with the old refrain;
In K mart and temple gone all sick !
Ye dangle bells ! Ye jangle bells !
Ye wretched bells of Moosic !
O bells that die, so far, so nigh,
Come back once more across the road;
Not with the zealot's furious cry,
Not with the Ford's Focus' load;
Come with the Gilette razor no nick,
O Alarm bells ! Fire House bells !
O school bells of Moosic !
