Irish Ditty About Brother James Smith, Founding Father

Smith was a patriot, bright as a flame,
Born in Ireland, t'Amer'ca he came.
A mere child, ten years about
Wide-eyed, industrious, healthy--a sprout.

Funny a lad, he liked to tease
With a lively joke and new stories.
Friendly, social, and very well-psyched,
A Christian boy, good and much liked.

The land was his love, farming his trade;
A classic education, his father provade
From Doctor Allison, a Reverend strong,
Instilled in young James a cause to belong.

He studied law, became at it first-class
A leader in fact, fate's future top brass.
Influential essays, British boycott
Luck of the Irish, he never was caught.

Captain of militia, County of York
Volunteer only, launched ne'er a chess fork.
Elected to office, Declaration he signed;
Ye country great be, sweet glittery shined.

James Smith, immortal a name to uphold.
Hats off to a founder, a heart that was bold,
With eccentric a wit, giv'n to caprice,
Life, laughter gone, evermore now in peace.