Saturday, October 9, 2004
[1873 - US Naval Institute Founded]
I'd Settle For Just Sixpence
Sing a song of deficits,
A pocket full of IOUs;
Four and twenty tax cuts
We know it was a ruse.
When the pie was divided,
The rich began to sing.
There wasn't any left for us
We got hardly anything.
Counting out his money;
Corporate Cronies in the parlor
Eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out their clothes.
She was just a black bird
And that is how it goes!
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