Written to the tune of Cockeyed Optimist from South Pacific, with my apologies to Rodgers and Hammerstein. I couldn’t help but toss a melting pot of ingredients into the crock pot during this political season, especially after listening to one endearing “movie tradesman” remind us of our roles…
WHEN MY VEGGIES ARE SPENT AND RATHER SORRY…
I COMBINE EV’RY LEFTOVER I’VE GOT
SO THEY CALL ME A CROCK-POT OPTIMIST
ADDING COLOR AND SPICE TO MY POT!
I GREW UP WATCHING MENTORS BRAG AND BLAZE NEW TRAILS
BLESS THIS GROUND IN ACCENTED ENGLISH TONGUES;
BUT BECAUSE I’M A CROCK-POT OPTIMIST
WHERE I WISH, I CAN CLIMB ANY RUNG!
I SEE THE RISING DEBT! I FEEL OUR CHILDREN’S FATE.
SOLUTIONS SEEM BEYOND OUR GRIP
EVEN MOVIE TRADESMEN KNOW: FREE MARKETS FEED JOBS’ FLOW
TAKE BACK THE HELM! LET GOOD TIMES RIP!!!
DO NOT THINK THAT THE OLD DAYS WERE THE BEST OF TIMES
OR THE WORST; THEN IGNOR OUR HISTORY
OF ONE VOICE, WITH ITS STRENGTH AND TO WHAT GREAT LENGTH
IT CAN SHAPE! IT CAN BUILD! IT CAN SHINE!
YES….. IT’S……….. TIME…