The World Isn't Fair

When Karl Marx was a boy

he took a hard look around

He saw people were starving all over the place

while others were painting the town

The public spirited boy

became a public spirited man

So he worked very hard and he read everything

until he came up with a plan

There'll be no exploitation

of the worker or his kin

No discrimination 'cause of the color of your

skin

No more private property

It would not be allowed

No one could rise too high

No one could sink too low

or go under completely like some we all know

If Marx were living today

he'd be rolling around in his grave

And if I had him here in my mansion on the hill

I'd tell him a story t'would give his old heart

a chill

It's something that happened to me

I'd say, Karl I recently stumbled

into a new family

with two little children in school

where all little children should be

I went to the orientation

All the young mommies were there