'Twas the week before Thanksgiving, when on Daily Kos,
Not a poster was happy, all felt a great loss.
Their hopes were dashed and minds full of despair
Of the evils that King George would soon make them bear.
Some posters were restless, all smug in their heads
While visions of recounts danced in their heads
And I in Maryland, and all the folks across the map
Had just settled down for a long four year's wrath
When out in the streets there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my gloom to see what was the answer
Away to the phone book, it flew open in a flash
Grabbed my wallet and made sure I had cash
The poor were still poor, and they had needs, ya know
And then in that instant I knew where I must go
A kindly old pastor told me where to appear
And I decided to help him, but not out of fear
With a friend as my driver, we reached our destination real quick
Headed to Philadelphia, to help people in a pinch
A nice lady named Rosemary said she was glad we had came:
And as she organized and plotted, she said without blame;
"Now the Senate's lost Daschle and programs needin' fixin',
got left to some dumb moron GOP vixen. We'll get 'em in '06, chase
Santorum out of this state. But in the mean time, don't resort to hate."
"People are hungry and have no place to sleep,
but with your help we can give them hope to keep.
So we started a canned food drive earlier this fall.
to stash away, stash away food for them all!!"
As dry leaves that fall on the east coast fly,
When they meet with an obstacle that seems to reach the sky
So store to store that day we walked
And filled boxes with food and sent it off.
And then, in a twinkling, a strange man appeared.
He was handsome and haunting, his head long and round
I dared not make a sound but sorted it out fast
'twas it the ghost of a Democrat past?
He sprang to Rosemary's side and said with a whistle,
"All your good deeds sure beat Bush's missles."
Then I heard him exclaim, as he vanished from sight:
"YOU'LL WIN IN FOUR YEARS, SO PUT UP A GOOD FIGHT!"
