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The Workers and the Cooncil
The time has come,” the Cooncil said, “To talk of many things: Of youz – and us – and joabs ‘n that – Of redundancy – and things – And why the Dee is boiling hot –And whether pigs have wings.”
“But wait a bit,” the workers cried, “Before we have our chat, For some of us are out of breath, And tired of hearing that!” “No hurry!” said the Cooncil. The workers thanked them much for that.
(aside) “A crumb or two” the Cooncil said, “Is what they chiefly need: Papers and platitudes besides are very good indeed – Now if you’re ready workers dear, We can begin to read.”
“You’re conning us!” the workers cried, Turning a little blue, “After such long service, that’s A dismal thing to do!” “The deal is fine,” the Cooncil said “Don’t dare get in a stew?
“It is the way you’ve made this come! And you’ve not been very nice!” The Cooncil said nothing but “an ootside gerdner would suffice: I wish you workers weren’t quite so deef – Do we need to tell you twice!”
“It seems a shame,” the Cooncil said, “To play you such a trick, After we’ve brought you on so far, And made you work so quick!” The workers said nothing but – “It’s enough to make you sick!”
“We weep for you,” the Cooncil said. “We deeply sympathize.” With sobs and tears they sorted out those whom users liked and prized. Holding its paper hankie before its streaming eyes.
“O workers,” said the Cooncil. “You’ve had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again?” But answer came there none – And that was strangely odd, because They’d made redundant every one.
(Apologies to Lewis Caroll’s Walrus and the Carpenter) Renée-Margaret Slater (Cooncil Worker)
