Mighty Tony at the Bat
From a million throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the Valley, it rattled in the basin;
It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled out to the east,
For Tony, mighty Tony, was advancing to the bat.
There was ease in Tony’s manner as he sang his song of solar power;
There was Measure B upon his lips, and green in all his words,.
And when, responding to the jeers, he swiftly filed suit,
No voter still could doubt that greed was at the heart.
And when the votes were tallied, shouts of joy erupted in the air,
As Tony stood a-watching in haughty grandeur there.
His smirk of certainty faded as the shock became so clear,
“That ain’t our style. Strike one,” the voters blared.
Without a hint of shame great Tony said, “So what?”
And took his place at bat again and ignoring the rising tumult,
;He took a second swing with the Son of B,
The frightened 15 took heed of the uproar, and said “Strike two.”
The sneer is fixed on Tony’s lip, his teeth are clenched in hate;
He calls on Austin for advice on how to shake the money tree,.
A little song, a little dance, a little seltzer down their pants,
We shall get all the green they got, he proudly tells his boss
Oh, somewhere in this troubled town the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in City Hall — mighty Tony has struck out.
The moral of this poem, is not to be so very arrogant — Wikipedia
(With apologies to Ernest Thayer)