with a tip of the hat to A.A. Milne
One year in a land we call Minnesota,
a great cry was heard from here to Dakota.
The money is tight we don’t have enough
we must find a solution but it will be tough.
The first to speak out was Governor “Pooh”lenty
who after thinking and thinking and thinking some more
sold his soul for a jar of honey and a little bit more.
The Honey vendors said, “for you to fill this hollow
you must eat all the honey for the words you must follow.”
So he ate and he ate growing his belly times four
till he saw the words spending, no taxes and victim du jour.
Now his belly was full but he still wanted more
so he said to all people behind every door,
“We’ll fix this deficit well we will;
we’ll give the honey to the rich and let the poor foot the bill.
We’ll raise no ones taxes, we’ll cut all the spending
on the victim du jour who’s world will be ending.
Cause the victim du jour is the lowest of low
it’s the ones who need us with no voice to say so.
So since the voice isn’t there to stay our tax axes
we can get through this mess on their needful backses.”
Now his Re“piglet”can friends cried “hip hooray!
our hero our governor has saved us this day.
He gave us a budget that rewards our friends
and keeps our honey flowing from this day till the end.
We may have compassion for those that are needful
but they can’t have our honey not even a spoonful.
They waste it on things we don’t think their needing
so we’ll take our honey back and leave them there bleeding,
with a spoonful of nothing and no way of getting
or growing or learning or working or eating.”
Now the D “eyore”crats over across the way
are far from happy on this auspicious day
many have fought for those without voices
but this year they say the governor choices
are endorsed by the people all over the land
with less than half of the vote and his honey filled hand.
The D“eyore”crats moan, “this isn’t our fault
you people our people you voted us out.
So the fault if it’s given lies strictly with you
although more of you voted for someone other than ‘Pooh.’
We forgot that number from election tim
cause we can’t find a vision and we don’t have the time
to look to our people and ask will you pay
we’ll just kowtow to Pooh bear and fight another day.”
Meanwhile the voiceless and most needful people
live under a bridge or go find a steeple
and ask those that already give every day
to give more and more so we can go play.
And play we will with our honey-dipped money
Re”piglet”cans, D “eyore”crats, and our friend “Pooh”lenty.
The moral of this story if one there may be
is to keep on fighting if you believe
in justice for all and food on the table
for those that are and those that aren’t able
to do for themselves every thing that they should
you may be surprised how much doing they could
if only you give just a little more money
and not give it all to the ones with the honey.