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[size=large]Socialism[/size]
My papa is a Socialist, my mamma, too, and I,
And if you'll wait a minute now, I'll tell the reason why;
I'm sure that when you understand, you certainly will see,
You'd better all be Socialists, and vote with pa and me.
You see this earth is long and wide, good things above, below,
And there are lots of people, too, who want to make things go;
Besides, we're all just quite alike, need food and clothes and rest,
And if we all were Socialists, we all would share earth's best.
But now John D. owns all the oil, most banks, and railroads, too,
And then a few own all the land, so what can poor folks do
But tramp and starve and beg for jobs, and work and work and work?
And all the wealth we make, but scraps, we give the wealthy shirk.
Now isn't every papa, most, the very biggest goose,
To give away most all he makes to men who don't produce?
So that a few rich families may all be living fine,
While all we weary working folks must suffer, want, and pine.
And then they do such foolish things, I often wonder why
They "strike" and lose their jobs, and let us freeze and starve and cry;
When, if all joined the Socialists, in four years more or five
We'd all be wealthy partners in the world's greatest working hive.
For if they'd stop to think, they'd see how easy 'twas to make,
Together, all we'd want to have, and what we'd make, we'd take;
So that the children, all alike, our papas, mammas, too,
Would all enjoy earth's happiness, as Socialists want all to.
So papa is a Socialist, mamma, we children, too;
We want to make all children rich and happy, too, don't you?
Good food and homes, nice shoes and clothes, we children want, don't you?
So all of us are Socialists; please, won't you be one too?
(From "Songs of Socialism" by Harvey P. Moyer, Co-operative Printing Co.-1906)
[size=large]Capitalism[/size]
My papa is a Capitalist, my mamma, too, and I,
And if you'll wait a minute now, I'll tell the reason why;
I'm sure that when you understand, you certainly will see,
You'd better be a Capitalist, and vote with pa and me.
You see, we're very lucky to be living in a nation,
That knows rewarding hard work will encourage innovation.
For there are many people who, when offered an incentive,
Will use their brains and brawn to be amazingly inventive.
Our country's prospered like no other, based on a single notion,
That caused millions of people to board ships and cross the ocean.
What made so many immigrate and cross the churning sea?
The answer's really simple. Just one word: It's "Liberty."
The chance to live in freedom, where their dreams are not restrained,
The chance to pursue goals and know they can be obtained.
The promise of a better life drew, like moths to flame,
Millions upon millions who sought freedom, fortune, fame.
Look around the world and see the countries that have failed,
And you will find the reason is that hope had been curtailed.
If your future's been decided and your dreams have been ignored,
You've got no motive to succeed -- because there's no reward.
But if you are enabled, placed in charge of your own fate,
The world can be your oyster. That's what makes this country great.
It's the nature of humanity to always improve our lot,
To have a bigger chicken in an even bigger pot.
So papa is a Capitalist, mamma and children too;
We're in control of our own lives. And happier, as are you.
The things we want we work hard for, so the things we lack are few.
So all of us are Capitalists; please, won't you be one too?
(From "Arguing With Idiots" by Glenn Beck-2009)