OK. Here she goes. Rhymes and everything.
Bless'd is the man who does not walk
In wicked one's deceit
Nor does he stand in sinner's way
Nor sit in scoffer's seat
And he does not delight in sin
But in God's righteous law
Where day and night it is his joy
To meditate a lot
The blessed man is like a tree
Who by the streams is found
His fruit is ripe, his leaf is strong
And all he does abounds
The wicked are not like the bless'd
Who firmly planted are
But like the chaff that blows away
to places near and far
C.M.D.
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