I was outside, on a chaise, a long cool glass of lemonade sweating by my side. I had my book as well. And then I heard it, faint and I thought faraway. But no it was in my shade. I looked beneath and there I saw a parade of every ant and spider and busy bee, marching as one, singing altogether:
Why, if Bernie's a socialist
Then I'm a socialist too
Because everything that Bernie says
Is frank and fair and true.
So I joined their parade. Left my sun and book behind.
Will you?