Classic Poem

There were Three Shepherds once. They did espy
A brightly shining Coin in the sky,
And, being Jews, they said, ‘Let's look around!
There may be Lucky Pennies in the ground;
And since the law falls sharper than an axe,
Collect—and so be ready for the tax.’
Thus did they journey anxiously to find
The Buried Treasure with an eager mind.
When, lo—the Penny shone with magic light
And in a woman's bosom nestled bright,
Engraved with deeds of gods and stellar glories,
With twelve great signs and old sidereal stories.
So in a manger dark as any purse
They found the God who is the Universe.