Child Safe Version of “Roundelay for the DW”

Worthless Wonders, wonder on
As we dance your head upon
What the heck is going on?

In the better restaurants
Where gather both brokers and their servant quants
The fear is palpable indeed
Could the jig be up on fear and greed?

Worthless Wonders, wonder on
As you sing the death song of the swan
Honking tunelessly: it ain’t your dawn

Fee fi fo fum
You smelled the blood of an English “mun”
Predatory credit offered to the desperate
False hope and lies, you dirty rat

Worthless Wonders, wonder on
You are men of sin: we’ll never fawn
Upon your false wisdom and your filthy lies
You murder what you touch you kill surprise

Fee fi fo groan
She cannot pay her student loan:
So she puts on her dancing shoes
The loser wins and the bankers lose!

Worthless wonders, wonder on
Why there’s no payments on the loan
Or maybe why I am able to
Either way, the world made new

You wanted to be the first mover
But now you are but Herbert Hoover:
But how does it feel to be the loser
Your bespoke is sticky it needs a cleaner.

O Worthless Wonders, wonder on
Your Brooks Brothers suit has boogers on
Out darn spot, down o Dog
Someone’s stolen your London Fog

You thought to be gods
But you are silly sods:
You are Saturn eating his kid
A bundle of greed get off the grid

Worthless Wonders, wonder on
Limbaugh rants we but yawn
The well funded hysteria of the Tea Bags
Is beaten by nice ladies, with shopping bags

You took away their microphone
To silence them you did dispone:
But in the silence came a Voice
By your Petard shall ye be hoist.

Worthless Wonders, wonder on:
As you gaze upon your filth strewn Pond:
You are mad and crazy and you are fond:
If you think we gonna pay that “bond”.

You marshaled marching morons who cudn’t evenn spel
To further your goal: to make this happy earth thy hell
Hark, the dark angel! Ding dong bell:
Raving men with a glitter in their eye
Hungry hags havering with havoc
Mad men with the universal solution and panacea.
You had your Tea Party and we had a laugh
The people now awake, go slaughter a calf.

Worthless Wonders, wonder on
As you rage in throes of death
The matador I! Come on!
You have money I have breath.

Edward G. Nilges 9 Oct 2011. Moral rights have been asserted.

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