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  1. You Can Tax You Can Tax You Can Tax…by Peter Pan
    Think of the welfare you’ve brought
    Any merry little thought
    Think of a tax on Christmas, think of a tax on snow
    Think of taxing sleigh bells Here we go!
    Like a taxing to the max
    You can tax! You can tax!
    You can tax! You can tax!
    Soon you’ll tax all around the room
    All it takes is faith and trust
    But the thing that’s a positive must
    Is a little bit of taxman dust
    The dust is a positive must
    You can tax! You can tax!
    You can tax! You can tax!
    When there’s a tax in your heart
    There’s no better time to start
    It’s a very simple plan
    You can do what the taxman can
    At least it’s worth a try
    You can tax! You can tax!
    You can tax! You can tax!

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  2. I love Peter Pan. Couldn’t you pick something else like Star Wars or the Wizard of Oz, even better Alice in Wonderland with which to lambast Obama and his ilk. I am not a pot of crack or a crack pot (at least so far today,but I can only guarantee for right now).

    The Taxerwocky (my sincere apologies to Mr. Carroll)

    `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
    Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
    All mimsy were the borogoves,
    And the mome raths outgrabe.

    “Beware the Taxerwock, my son!
    The jaws that Lie, the claws that grab!
    Beware the JoeJoe bird, and shun
    The frumious Janetsnatch!”
    He took his vorpal sword in hand:
    Long time the cowardly foe he sought —
    So rested he by the Liberty tree,
    And stood awhile in thought.
    And, as in uffish thought he stood,
    The Taxerwock, with eyes of flame,
    Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
    And burbled as it came!
    One, two! One, two! And through and through
    The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
    He left it impotent, and with its Bill
    He went galumphing back.
    “And, has thou slain the Taxerwock?
    Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
    O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
    He chortled in his joy.

    `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
    Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
    All mimsy were the borogoves,
    And the mome raths outgrabe.

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