The worm is about to turn

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!

About the author

Harry is a ferociously good natured eccentric in Duluth Minnesota who detests traitors dressed up as Uncle Sam. You can find somewhat better edited writings of his at the Duluth Reader "contributors." page. The URL is:

https://duluthreader.com/contributors/h/84/284-harry-welty