Economist at Fayetteville, Arkansas
It was a chilly evening
At story-telling time.
Old Kaspar chewed a dead cigar
and nursed his rum-and-lime,
While Peterkin and Wilhelmine
Warmed up the futurama screen.
They saw a squad of marching men,
All dressed in dazzling white,
Who halted where a factory gate
Was bathed in neon light.
Then facing left and hoisting signs
They blocked the gate with solid lines.
"Now tell us what it’s all about!"
The little children cried.
"It’s Pure Collective Bargaining,"
Old Kaspar soon replied.
"They’ll keep blockades at all the gates
Until the firm capitulates."
"But why are pickets dressed in white?"
Asked little Peterkin.
"It symbolizes Purity,"
Said Kaspar with a grin.
"The unions say they’ve purged their ranks
Of robbers, thugs, and mountebanks."
"It seems a very great reform,"
Breathed little Wilhelmine.
"It does indeed," Old Kaspar sighed,
"The greatest ever seen.
But still the cost of living soars
And wealth escapes to foreign shores."