A Newspaper Clipping S. Cat Sept 07/03 It's not a treasured heirloom Or something worth a lot On old and tattered paper Twas written deep in thought While visiting with my Nana We browsed the daily news She pointed out this article Told me to heed these views Such a dear and gentle lady Always one to lend a hand These dearly held words Now I shout across the land. The Newspaper Article by Anonymous I take no thought of my neighbour's birth Or the way he says his prayers I grant him everyman's place on earth If his game is on the square If his game is straight, I call him mate If it's crooked, I drop him flat For each man born, Is as good as I And a king is no more, than that.