Wednesday, July 08, 2015

Lyrics: A Modest Proposal by Taylor Swift

We gotta stop the children
stop the children
from being a burden
from being a burden
stop the children
stop the children
from being a burden
from being a burden

Mamma, don't let your child
Go out and be wild
Be a burden to all
And drop out from school

Say this is it
For our benefit
And what do we need?
We need to feed.

A healthy child so well nursed,
at one year fit to burst,
Is not only delicious
but also nutricious

They make wholesome food,
whether roasted or stewed,
Your child may be spoiled
but not when they're boiled;

No matter what you do
a fricassee, or ragout
You will have done well
When your child's done well

So Cash in your flock
Your chips off the old block
Give the wealthy a treat
Turn your monsters to meat

And feel guilty no more
About fast-food galore
Your logic is sound
There's more to go round

So do what is right
Decide it tonight
It's a simple, honest fate
From playroom to plate

And say the world's doing fine
With this modest proposal of mine


Lyrics (c) 2015 by Jonathan Swift/Peter More