by Jeanne Steig
"Come see my pretty coat," said Joseph.
"Papa gave me it."
"What horrid taste!" his brothers cried.
And threw him in a pit.
They hauled him out and sold him to
A band of traveling men.
Who headed south for Egypt, where
They sold him off again.
But Joseph landed on his feet
He found he had a bent
For listening to Pharoah's dreams
And telling what they meant.
When by and by the folks back home
Turned up in Egypt's land,
How goggle-eyed they were to find
Their Joseph in command.
He greeted them affectingly,
And made a joyful noise,
Exclaiming, "Oh, my dear Papa!"
And "No hard feelings, boys.
"Come, Hebrews all , and pitch your tents
Beside the glittering Nile.
For I am Pharoah's fair-haired boy!"
Said they, "The kid's got style."
--From The Old Testament Made Easy
