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An Anonymous Worker

"A Parody on J.D." (karaoke)

"A Parody on J.D." (sheet music)

My country, 'tis of thee,
My private property,
Of thee I sing.
Land where the millions toil
In serfdom on thy soil
That out of Standard Oil
I wealth may wring.

My native villainy
Is what enables me
To make my pile.
I have my rocks and rills,
Of oil my barrels fills,
With gold and bonds and bills:
That's why I smile.

Then there's my son, John D.,
A pious youth is he:
Takes after "Ma."
And through the needle's eye
With outstretched wings he'll fly
Up to a home on high
Bought by "Papa."

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