December 21, 2014

O Little Town in Tioga

Santa Cuomo's Coming to Town. Andy We Have Heard on High. Obamacare, Obamacare.  And now, this morning's offering:  O Little Town in Tioga.  

O little town in Tioga,
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by.
Yet in your dark hearts shineth
The everlasting light
The hopes and fears of Cuomo's years
Are met in thee tonight. 

O Wednesday's stars together,
did cut you to the core
No praises sing to Andrew, king
No gas will come. There's more:
The fracking ban was issued, 
While gathered all around,
Mere mortals weep: the angels keep
Casinos out of town. 

How silently, how silently
the wondrous gift is giv'n
As Nature imparts to PA hearts
The blessings of her heaven.
Vast fields of shale below us
Mohegan 'cross the line --
No hope for us to rise from dust
King Cuomo thinks we're fine.

O, little town in Tioga
Arise ye must, and vote
Cast out the king and enter in
One, your burdens'll tote
You'll hear Albany's angels
With great glad tidings say
Frack your land and deal your cards --
You'll rise again, some day. 

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