I can’t be too serious all the time, so here’s a little ditty sent to me by Dave F. You may or may not have seen it, but it’s cute, as well as appropriate.
“Who will help me plant my wheat?” Said the Little Red Hen.
“Not I,” said the cow.
“Not I,” said the duck.
“Not I.” said the pig.
“Not I,” said the goose
“Then I will do it myself.” She planted the crop and the wheat grew and ripened.
“Who will help me harvest my wheat?”…asked the Little Red Hen.
“Not I,” said the duck
“Out of my classification,” said the pig.
“I’d lose my seniority,” said the cow.
“I’d lose my unemployment compensation,” said the goose.
“Then I’ll do it myself,” said the Little Red Hen, and she did it all by herself.
“Who’ll help me bake the bread?”… asked the Little Red Hen
“That would be overtime for me,” said the cow.
“I’d lose my welfare benefits,” said the duck
“I’m a dropout, and never learned how,” said the pig.
“If I’m to be the only helper, that’s discrimination,” said the goose.
“Then I’ll do it myself,” said the Little Red Hen, and she did it all by herself.
She baked five beautiful loaves of bread, and held them up for all her neighbors to see. They wanted some, and in fact demanded that she share, but the Little Red Hen said, “No, I shall eat all five loaves myself.”
“Excess profits,” cried the cow. (Nancy Pelosi)
“Capitalist Leech,” screeched the duck. (Barbara Boxer)
“I demand equal rights,” screamed the goose. (Jesse Jackson)
The pig just grunted in disdain. (Harry Reid)
They all painted “Unfair” signs, and picketed around the Little Red Hen’s house, shouting obscenities. (Occupiers)
Then the farmer came on, and told the Little Red Hen that she shouldn’t be so greedy.
“But I earned the bread,” said the Little Red Hen.
“Exactly,” said Farmer Barak Obama, “And that’s what makes our free enterprise system so wonderful. Anyone in the barnyard can earn as much as he wants, but under our modern government regulations, the productive workers must divide the fruits of their labor with those who are lazy and idle.”
And they all lived happily thereafter, including the Little Red Hen, who smiled and clucked, “I am grateful, for now I truly understand.”
But her neighbors became bitterly disappointed in her, because she never baked bread again. She joined the party, got all her bread free, and all the Democrats smiled and had posters printed showing that fairness had been achieved, with smiling faces of all the animals.
Individual initiative had died, but no one noticed. No one even cared, as long as everyone got free bread paid for by the rich, who were made to ’pay their fair share’ of taxes.
EPILOGUE
Bill Clinton is getting $12 million for his memoirs.
Hillary got $8 million for hers.
That’s $20 million for two people, who spent eight years swearing under oath, time and time again that they couldn’t remember anything.
IS THIS A GREAT BARNYARD OR WHAT?