To those hard at work, your day is a star!
You help us birth babies, you build fine tall bridges;
You help us cure scabies, you bulldoze big ridges.
You wipe runny noses, you help us build houses;
You polish our toeses, you catch naughty mouses.
You work day and night, keeping our country safe.
From the helpless, the homeless, to the innocent waif.
You toil in clinics, factories and stations,
You work day and night across most of our nation.
But many of your people are in a fine pickle,
They want to find labor but prospects are fickle.
Fine, upright people with spunk and ambition,
Are moping around, ’cause their jobs have gone missin’.
Oh labor, oh labor, we need you in a hurry,
Unemployment’s run out and your people are worried.
Oh labor, oh labor, please help us get crackin’,
Help our unemployed folks find a way to get back in.
(Dear Mr. Obama and Congress: Please stop rearranging your meetings and chairs at the table, and instead find some jobs for our strong and our able!)
© Huffygirl 2011
(Original poem by Huffygirl: May be used with link to this blog and attribution; contact Huffygirl via comments or email for permission to reprint.)