Here is the script.
‘Twas the night before bailouts, and all through the nation
Not a business was stirring, not large corporations
Their requests had been sent to Congress with care
In hopes that Pelosi, or Reid, would give them a share
The CEO’s had their hopes set on the Fed
And visions of bonuses danced in their heads
I was at home, full of hope and wonder
At the thought of big companies not going under.
Then out on the street there arose such a clatter,
I looked out the window to see what was the matter.
On the street was a hay wagon, making its way
Not the usual wagon, filled with bales of hay.
No, this one, (and I know this sounds funny),
Was filled instead with bales full of money.
With a very old driver, so morose and deadpan,
That I knew in a flash it was Alan Greenspan
There was a small note, stuck to each cash bale
With the name of a company too big to fail.
The wagon was drawn by eight sleek mega-bucks
Alan shouted their names as he whipped their buttocks
“Now Paulson, Bernanke, Now Rubin and Volcker
On Summers, On Krugman, On Cramer and Geithner,
We must get to each company’s current retreat!
So I can toss a bale out at the revelers’ feet"
And so the hay wagon continued on,
Until the last bailout bales were gone.
Greenspan then to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
And as they flew way up into the sky,
Alan cried, “I must see Ayn Rand one more time ‘fore I die.”
And I heard him exclaim as they flew into the night
"Happy bailouts to all, and to none, oversight!"
Printer-friendly format
Email this thread to a friend
Bookmark this thread
(86 posts)
Send PM |
Profile |
Ignore
