Nursery Rhymes for the modern age.

Baa Baa dumb sheep.
Are you really such fools?
Yes sir, yes sir, the taxes you can pull.
But none from the bankers, or those who reign,
Everything must be taken from the many poor that live down the lane.

Jack and Jill went up the hill to build a lovely dormer
The economy fell down and broke the town
And employment came tumbling after.
Before up got Jack, his home the banks got 
As fast as they could caper
The politicians were in bed with the banking head,
All election promises had just been on paper.

Hey diddle diddle, the politicians were on the fiddle,
The bankers jumped over the moon.
The property developer laughed to see such fun
As the Government ran off with your silver spoon!

The Grand old Duke of York he had ten thousand homes
He built them on the top of the hill
And built them all with loans.
Before they were even up, he put the prices went up.
And when the economy went down, the prices went down
And when the homes were only halfway up
For purposes of the property tax they were up not down.