“Father, must I go to work?”

“No, my lucky son;

“We’re living now on ‘Easy Street’

“On dough from Washington.

“We’ve left it up to Uncle Sam,

“So don’t get exercised.

“Nobody has to give a damn,

“We’ve all been subsidized.”

“… But if Sam treats us all so well

“And feeds us milk and honey,

“Please, Daddy, tell me what the Hell

“He’s going to use for money?”

“Don’t worry, Bub, there’s not a hitch

“In this here noble plan;

“He simply soaks the filthy rich

“And helps the common man.”

“… But Father, won’t 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 damned much thinking, Son,

“To be a Democrat.”