Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s walk*.
When over by Gould, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the curb to see what was the matter.
Away to the commotion, we flew like a flash,
It was Redfern and Randolph in a mad dash.
Redfern was quoting chapter and verse
Randolph quoted her back to rebut and converse
Redfern denied it, but Randolph had proof.
It was right on the website*, what a God-awful goof.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen December
Gave the luster of midday to each school board member.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a mountain lion and a huge local bear.
With an old-time reporter, so lively and brazen,
I knew in a moment it must be Don Mazen*.
More rapid than eagles Don Mazen, he came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called us by name!
“Now Puglia! now, Brenner! now, Cormaci and O’Neil!
Get back in the saddle. Investigate with zeal
To the top of your skill set! With hyphens galore!
Now dash away! Dash away! Give them “what for!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the school board, we writers we flew,
With notebooks and pencils, and Don Mazen too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney the 1st Amendment came with a bound.
It was dressed all in gossamer, from its head to its foot,
And its provisions were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of flags it had flung on its back,
And it looked like a soldier, just opening his pack.
Its eyes-how they twinkled! Its provisions how merry!
“Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.”
We spoke not a word, but went straight to our work,
To cover the union and Leko and all of their quirks.
And laying our fingers aside of our noses,
Democracy in action is no bed of roses.