 | The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere Listen my children and you shall hear, Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere. With a world-class city without no jive, Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous betrayal and fear. He said to his friend, “If the CEOs march By land or sea with their 2.0 tonight, Hang a torch aloft in the belfry arch Of the Widett tower as a signal light- One if by land, and two if by sea; And I on the transparent shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm The Olympics are coming! The Olympics are coming!” |
The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere
Listen my children and you shall hear,
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere.
With a world-class city without no jive,
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous betrayal and fear.
He said to his friend, “If the CEOs march
By land or sea with their 2.0 tonight,
Hang a torch aloft in the belfry arch
Of the Widett tower as a signal light-
One if by land, and two if by sea;
And I on the transparent shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
The Olympics are coming! The Olympics are coming!”
* * * * * * * * * *
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas
‘Twas the night before the Olympics, when all through the house
Not a voter was stirring, not even a louse;
The medals were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Olympics soon would be there;
The homeless were nestled all snug in their shreds,
While visions of glory danced in their heads;
And mamma in her moo moo, belting a rap,
Could not settle down without a night cap;
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see fatcats untattered.
Away to the window, hoping for cash,
Tore down the plastic, I looked for the stash.
The moon on the breast of men in the know,
Gave a lustful promise to the riff-raff below.
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a gigantic sleigh and eight whiny Bain-deer.
With a little manic fever so lively and schtick,
I knew in a moment, that dude’s not a chick.
More rapid than eagles his backers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now Davey! Now Connor! Pugliuca and Fish! On Robey! Lucchino!
On Walsh and Patrick!
To the top of the Hill! To the top of the haul!
Now cash away! cash away! cash away all!”
His eyes—how they twinkled! With Putnam Investments,
His cheeks were like roses – Parthenon testaments!
His Fidelity pout was drawn up like a bow,
While the Celtics and Patriots put on a show!
MassMutual’s pipeline he held tight in his teeth,
And EMC smoke encircled above like a wreath;
He had a Staples’ face and Bank America belly,
That shook when he laughed, like State Street jelly.
He was chubby and Mutual, a Liberty old elf,
And I dared not laugh in spite of myself.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, shooting a pistol.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight--
“Happy Olympics to all, and to all a good plight!”
Listen my children and you shall hear,
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere.
With a world-class city without no jive,
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous betrayal and fear.
He said to his friend, “If the CEOs march
By land or sea with their 2.0 tonight,
Hang a torch aloft in the belfry arch
Of the Widett tower as a signal light-
One if by land, and two if by sea;
And I on the transparent shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
The Olympics are coming! The Olympics are coming!”
* * * * * * * * * *
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas
‘Twas the night before the Olympics, when all through the house
Not a voter was stirring, not even a louse;
The medals were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Olympics soon would be there;
The homeless were nestled all snug in their shreds,
While visions of glory danced in their heads;
And mamma in her moo moo, belting a rap,
Could not settle down without a night cap;
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see fatcats untattered.
Away to the window, hoping for cash,
Tore down the plastic, I looked for the stash.
The moon on the breast of men in the know,
Gave a lustful promise to the riff-raff below.
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a gigantic sleigh and eight whiny Bain-deer.
With a little manic fever so lively and schtick,
I knew in a moment, that dude’s not a chick.
More rapid than eagles his backers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now Davey! Now Connor! Pugliuca and Fish! On Robey! Lucchino!
On Walsh and Patrick!
To the top of the Hill! To the top of the haul!
Now cash away! cash away! cash away all!”
His eyes—how they twinkled! With Putnam Investments,
His cheeks were like roses – Parthenon testaments!
His Fidelity pout was drawn up like a bow,
While the Celtics and Patriots put on a show!
MassMutual’s pipeline he held tight in his teeth,
And EMC smoke encircled above like a wreath;
He had a Staples’ face and Bank America belly,
That shook when he laughed, like State Street jelly.
He was chubby and Mutual, a Liberty old elf,
And I dared not laugh in spite of myself.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, shooting a pistol.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight--
“Happy Olympics to all, and to all a good plight!”
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