Got this from the Independent.org website. ODE TO THE WELFARE STATE Back in 1949, Republican Clarence J. Brown (R-Ohio) jammed into the Congressional Record the following poem, describing its author only as a prominent Democrat of the State of Georgia: Democratic Dialog Father, must I go to work? No, my lucky son. Were living now on Easy Street On dough from Washington. Weve left it up to Uncle Sam, So dont get exercised. Nobody has to give a damn Weve all been subsidized. But if Sam treats us all so well And feeds us milk and honey, Please, daddy, tell me what the hell Hes going to use for money. Dont worry, bub, theres not a hitch In this here noble plan He simply soaks the filthy rich And helps the common man. But, father, wont there come a time When they run out of cash And we have left them not a dime When things will go to smash? My faith in you is shrinking, son, You nosy little brat; You do too damn much thinking, son, To be a Democrat.