Newspapers and blogs are reporting on newly elected NorCo Executive John Brown intending to hire a “consultant” for a mind boggling cost of $715,000 over the next 4 years. The hiring would be made without a bidding process.
In light of this I have taken the liberty of rewriting an old Civil War song.
(Thanks to those who gave suggestions for improvement)
John Brown Song
Old John Brown’s victory lies moldering in the grave,
Now weep the NorCo residents whom he ventured all to save,
‘Cause tho he won victory over a man we thought a knave,
Our faith is trampled on.
(Chorus)
Glory, Glory, How he fooled ya,
Glory, Glory, How he fooled ya,
Glory, Glory, How he fooled ya,
Our faith is trampled on.
John Brown was a hero, undaunted, true and brave,
And NorCo heard his promise, it was money that he’d save,
Now see the mistake, electing him we made,
Our faith is trampled on.
(Chorus)
Glory, Glory, How he fooled ya,
Glory, Glory, How he fooled ya,
Glory, Glory, How he fooled ya,
Our faith is trampled on.
He captured the Executive seat, expected by so few,
And frightened “Old Callahan” till he trembled thru and thru,
We raised him as a hero, though his inexperience we knew,
Our faith is trampled on.
(Chorus)
Glory, Glory, How he fooled ya,
Glory, Glory, How he fooled ya,
Glory, Glory, How he fooled ya,
Our faith is trampled on.
John Brown was John the Baptist of the Christ we are to see,
Christ who of the taxpayers was Liberator to be,
But paying three-quarter million to a consultant isn’t free,
Our faith is trampled on.
(Chorus)
Glory, Glory, How he fooled ya,
Glory, Glory, How he fooled ya,
Glory, Glory, How he fooled ya,
Our faith is trampled on.
The conflict that he heralds he looks from his seat to view,
On the army of Republicans with their flag red, white and blue.
And how to deal with his proposal they do not have not a clue,
Our faith is trampled on.
(Chorus)
Glory, Glory, How he fooled ya,
Glory, Glory, How he fooled ya,
Glory, Glory, How he fooled ya,
Our faith is trampled on.
Ye residents of NorCo, then must strike on election day,
The death blow to inexperience and our foolish say,
For the dawn of old John Brown has darkened the day,
Our faith is trampled on.
(Chorus)
Glory, Glory, How he fooled ya,
Glory, Glory, How he fooled ya,
Glory, Glory, How he fooled ya,
Our faith is trampled on.
