Twas the night before the big Fiscal Cliff
the one we’ve been waiting for since November the 6th.
The country is now shackled by one who does not care
and wondering how in the world he was voted in there.
The lawmakers and staff were all snuggled in bed
while visions of numbers danced in their heads.
And me, I was awake for the dreaded next day
In the hopes they would listen to what we have to say.
When out on the White House Lawn there arose such a clatter,
The staff and lawmakers arose to see what was the matter.
Away to their windows they flew with a flash
When all of a sudden they heard a big “smash!”
The lights from the street shined bright on a new fallen snow
giving the lawmakers and staff a shocking good show.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
Union bosses riding motorcycles in expensive Leather gear.
With a few in the front who were lively and quick
I knew in a moment it was not good ole’ St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles, with noisy bikes they came
And the one in charge began calling their names.
Now Sullivan! Now Scardelletti! Now McEntee and Jones!
On Nicolai! On Simpson! On Prentis and Crow!
Line your big bikes along the White House wall
And wait, yes wait while I make this phone call.
The staff and lawmakers could not believe their eyes
They just couldn’t stand to hear any more lies.
Waiting and watching to see what the “boss” would do
Who was he calling? But I think they all knew.
Tough, mean and strong from head to foot,
these union bikers looked a lot like “big foot.”
Black boots and leather jackets covered their backs
They looked like they enjoyed late midnight snacks.
The “boss” finished his call; but all was not merry.
The frown on his face was really scary.
His eyes were glaring; and his long nose showed
he was an unhappy camper about to explode.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth
mumbling and grumbling he began walking the streets.
The call he had made did not end as he pleased
then all of a sudden he knelt down on his knees.
Vibrations of shock ran through the White House
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
“When did this happen?” the lawmakers all said,
how did they change? Were they hit in the head?
About that time the union boss declared
“God gave me his heart and told me he cared.”
“So I changed my evil ways, and have now become
one of God’s children, his chosen ones.
“We came here to pray for the leaders of this great land
with hope that our God will lend us a hand.
“If God changed our hearts, he can change this country’s too,
so keep praying and praying and see what he will do!