The House That the Bankers Built

The House that the Bankers Built

with apologies to Mother Goose

This is the mortgage

That lay on the house that the Bankers built.

This is the bundle

That exposed the mortgage

That lay on the house that the Bankers built.

These are the derivatives

That swelled to bundles

That exposed the mortgage

That lay on the house that the Bankers built

This is the crook who emptied the nooks

That derived the derivatives

That swelled to bundles

That exposed the mortgage

That lay on the house that the Bankers built.

This is the Bailout that paid for the bonus

That emptied the nooks

That derived the derivatives

That swelled to bundles

That exposed the mortgage

That lay on the house that the Bankers built.

This is the Stimulus owed to the Bank

That paid for the job in lieu of the bonus

That emptied the nooks

That doubled the derivatives

That swelled to bundles

That exposed the mortgage

That lay on the house that the Bankers built.

This is the man in the street tattered and torn

And the nation forlorn who now owes the Bank

That paid for the Stimulus and for the bonus

That emptied the nooks

That doubled the derivatives

That swelled to bundles

That exposed the mortgage

That lay on the house the Bankers built.

This the coin printed by the Bank

Given by the Constitution free

To the nation tattered and torn

Who yet owes the Bank that paid for the job and for the bonus

That emptied the nooks

That doubled the derivatives

That swelled to bundles

That exposed the mortgage

That lay on the house that the Bankers built.

This is the cock crowing to the citizen

Who clasps in his pocket

The coin printed by the Bank

And to the nation tattered and torn

Who now owes the Bank for the job and the bonus

That emptied the nooks

That doubled the derivatives

That swelled to bundles

That exposed the mortgage

That lay on the house that the Bankers built.

This is the call to freedom

Crowed by the cock to the citizen

Who clasps in his palm the coin

Inscribed We The People

And to the nation tattered and torn

Who need not pay to harvest their corn

Or for the bonus that emptied the nooks

That boubled the derivatives

That swelled to bundles

That exposed the mortgage

That lay on the house that the Bankers built.

Will Morgan

March 5, 2009