ODE TO THE WELFARE STATE (1949)
DEMOCRAT DIALOG
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 so well
And feeds us milk and honey,
Please, daddy, tell me what the hell
They're going to use for money.
Don't worry, bub, that not a hitch
In this here noble plan-
They simply soak the filthy rich
To help 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 damn much thinking, son,
To be a Democrat.
Courtesy of Clarence J. Brown (R-Ohio)
From the Congressional Record
Written by a prominent Democrat
for the State of Georgia
4 Novemeber, 1949