We, THE PEOPLE OF THE UNITED STATES, DO HEARBY RESOLVE:

To continue to allow the vocal minority
To overrule the silent majority.
To face continued threat of imports
As ever gracious, but foolish, sports.

To mourn for the unemployed
While, since we are not one, we're overjoyed.
To laugh, though the world is tense,
And, who says we need more defense?

To promote a true welfare state
For those who blame us for their fate.
And to watch our proud eagle die
Without bringing a tear to our eye.

Are our ideals in tatters?
You say nothing still matters
While, to the life raft we're clinging
As our twi-light is gleaming?

Once upon a time there lived a wizard, old and gray
His robe was all in tatters and he'd seen a better day
His majic, it was slipping and his wand was badly bent
His eyes, once so majestic, were reduced, now, to a squint

His bag of tricks was empty now, his nerves had gone to pot
His hair was thinning rapidly, his teeth were full of rot
His shoulders sagged quite heavily, his pauch was sticking out
His incantations, once so clear, resounded, now, with doubt

His fingers, gnarled and stiffening, once performed the slight of hand
His knees, weaker day by day, made it difficult to stand
They buried him with honors with a seed clasped in his hand
And on the spot they buried him, a proud young tree now stands