Mighty Tony at the Bat<\/b><\/p>\n
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. <\/p>\n
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. <\/p>\n
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. <\/p>\n
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.” <\/p>\n
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<\/p>\n
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.
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