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.
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.
