As politicians search for more money
To create magical castles in the sky,
All that they say and all that they do
Are illusions that are sometimes called lies.
In a land far away and a long time ago
A farmer and his family lived a peaceful life.
He got along with his neighbors
And he got along with his wife.
He had a beautiful goose
That laid big eggs of gold.
He tried to keep the goose a secret
But the secret was exposed when someone told.
One day a car stopped at the farmer’s house.
A man in a fancy suit got out and looked around.
He wrote numbers in his computer
Then screamed, “Look, what I found!
You haven’t reported your eggs of gold.”
The farmer wanted to argue but he wasn’t bold.
The farmer tried to explain his oversight,
But the government man was not appeased.
“I’ll make this right if it takes all night!”
When morning came the g-man took the goose.
And the golden eggs, he took those too.
He smiled and said, “You still owe lots of gold,
But with three jobs you might make it through.”
That g-man left brochures on organic gardening,
With instructions on how to use it.
And every autumn the g-man sends buckets of droppings,
Labeled “COMPOST” or just plain ( ).
The tax people kept the gold
But estimated the earnings and the cost,
For organic droppings are very special,
If none of the nutrients are lost.
The farmer urges everyone to heed his story
And keep records regarding each and every bit.
He says, “Label everything they have or they’ll be sorry,
Very clearly they should write,“COMPOST” or just plain ( ).
October 12, 2017