Chicken Soup
My nephew had a poultry farm! (His stock just numbered two.)
He planned to breed some more of them, but then one got the flu.
Now, Medicine is not his strength, but he worked for the group.
He nursed the sick one back to health. He fed it Chicken Soup!
That’s right, he killed the healthy one, to make the sick one strong.
And you may think this makes no sense, but then you have it wrong.
For business, it’s crazy, but that’s not where he leans.
He’ll be a whiz with all the biz of Government Machines!
Where this new math can operate, increases are called cuts,
And taxes are investments. In other words, it’s Nuts!
My brother’s son will fit right in. He thinks that way a lot.
If you call, and you hear strange advice, my nephew’s who you got!
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . April 29, 2005