Yes, plan to strike forever more.
Our hard-fought war with the hot-headed-Hun
Was children’s play compared to the fun
That strikes produce forever more.
Their wives and children mustn’t whine
Without their part, ’tis ever so fine,
The strikers’ way forever more.
Alas, the blind, who makes the broom
Has threatened quits till crack of doom—
Unless he gets a plenty and more.