Classic Poem

Sing a song of " Welfare, "
A pocket full of tricks
To soothe the weary worker
When he groans or kicks.
If he asks for shorter hours
Or for better pay,
Little stunts of " Welfare "
Turn his thoughts away.

Sing a song of " Welfare, "
Sound the horn and drum,
Anything to keep the mind
Fixed on Kingdom Come.
" Welfare " loots your pocket
While you dream and sing,
" Welfare " to your paycheck
Doesn't do a thing.

Sing a song of " Welfare, "
Forty 'leven kinds,
Elevate your morals,
Cultivate your minds.
Kindergartens, nurses,
Bathtubs, books and flowers,
Anything but better pay
Or shorter working hours.