The recent huffing and puffing by pro Red Plan forces in the face of a silent majority opposed to their cupidity and ignorance reminds me of the little poem my Mother taught me when I was widdle kid. You have to say the last line with your face crinkled up in disgust.
Ooey Gooey
Ooey Gooey was a worm.
A mighty worm was he.
He sat upon the rail road tracks.
The train he did not see.
Oooooooey Goooooooey!
