The Song of Blankfein Who'll have the last Moneyhaha? Fairly near the Hudson River, Which sets Seeger's soul aquiver, Where the big airliner fell And a littler one as well, Stands former wigwam of Chief Blankfein, Latest in the Paulson bloodline, Preparing bonus show and tell, Praying it goes over well. Blankfein bonus babies' teethin' Raises fears about the heathen, Anti-Goldmans who resent Where their bailout money went, Like for Mighty Blankfein plans: Big brass bands and one-night stands As Chiefs turn wigwam into tent So Fed dummies pay the rent. Busy time for chief procurers, Buy up stock of health insurers And whoever makes the pills. Must confound the rumor mills That hint Obama might succeed Persuading Congress of the need To cure more of the Nations' ills With other than more Coupe de Villes. Without that hated public option, Or Aetna cut up for adoption, Mighty Blankfeins plan to corner Health bills and pills but not Time Warner. With Newt's help they'll convince Palin To not hire spooks to shoot the ailin', That profits are around the corner For Goldman's public option mourner. But if, perchance, that public option Passes, press Replay for like as not Blankfein's firm's up for adoption And needs big Paulson booster shot.
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