LITTLE LEFTISTS

Malvina Reynolds, a folk songwriter (what an interesting name...hmmmm), reportedly looked up at a pastel-colored Daly City hill-side and said to her husband: "Bud, take the wheel. I feel a song coming on." The result was "Little Boxes". Pete Seeger later recorded it.

Somehow I imagine Serenity's Mal Reynolds looking down at this little blue planet today and maybe also feeling a song coming on--that is, if he sang, which he probably doesn't. But it might go something like this:

LITTLE LEFTISTS

Little leftists all in synergy,
Little leftists made of ticky-tacky,
Little leftists, little leftists,
Little leftists, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a red one and a rainbow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.

And the young ones in the high schools
All go to the university,
And they all emerge as leftists,
Little leftists, all the same.
And there's feminists and professors,
And investigative journalists,
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all think just the same.

And they all quote from the same script,
And enjoy postmodern rhetoric,
And have children above average,
And the children start to think.
And the children have high self-esteem
And then go to the university,
And they all emerge as leftists
And they all act just the same.

And the boys all learn to hate themselves,
And they live with little feminists,
And marriage doesn't mean a thing
Little leftists, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a red one and a rainbow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all talk just the same.