A couple of weeks ago, Always on Watch posted the scan from a newspaper in 1949. The paper carried a poem, "Ode to the Welfare State." I loved the poem, and transcribed into a Word document; but I didn't want to steal AOW's thunder so I didn't run it right away. The graphic of the newspaper is below, followed by my transcription, to enable other bloggers easier ways to run it, copy it or email it.
ODE TO THE WELFARE STATE
Rep Clarence J. Brown, R-Ohio, 1949
A poem put into the Congressional Record
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 much thinking, son,
To be a Democrat.