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Hi it's your uncle, your rich Uncle Sam
friend to the poor and downtrodden I am.
To you I will tell;
you know very well.
I care for your interests, sir and madame.
A long time ago in Troy, New York,
in newspaper office my father did work.
He sketched and he drew,
from paper I flew,
and then I began to do my lifework.
As babe I began to suckle and grow,
fed from the fat of the land you know.
I needed sharp axes,
so I started taxes,
to pay cops and judges who keep up the flow.
I'm not bothered by laws or decency
I make up my own as I go, you see.
So stay out of my way,
or I'll make you pay,
with thousands and thousands in currency.
Been doing it now for such a long time.
I've taken your dollars but left you a dime.
So please don't you worry,
go crazy or scurry;
I act in your interest and all will be fine!
I know that you're strong but you'll never fight,
so I can continue to increase my might.
I'll mind all your land,
keep freedoms in hand,
and let you do only what I think is right.
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