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The Superintendent's Dilemma

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Sometimes the best way to get your idea across is to put it in a poem. I'll be right back.

The other day, a listener in Idaho Falls, Mr. Willis Nelson, a school superintendent sent me his poem: The Superintendent's Dilemma. Here it is:


Sometimes I sit and ponder long
 About my work and life.
And wonder why in school nowdays
 There's so much stress and strife.

And then I realize the job
 Is not like yesterdays-
I'm simply flunky now for guys
 With the "innovation" craze.

There's Federal projects, grants and gifts.
 And piece-meal funding, too.
It leaves no time to teach the kids
 And things that I should do.

I try to walk the tightrope
 Betwixt the courts of law
And not get tangled up with rights
 Of Junior, Pa and Ma.

Some will tell you this will work.
 And others say It won't;
Truth is, you'll get h—— If you do.
 And twice h—— if you don't.

Operations in the schools
 Must pass the acid test
Of OSHA, HEW and C.L.U.
 And all the pesky rest.

There's Civil Rights and Human Rights,
 And Women's Rights galore;
I wonder what uncertainties
 The future holds in store?

Boys and girls dress alike.
 You can't tell one from t'other.
If you should need to know the sex
 You'd have to ask its mother.

In clothes and jobs and hair and such.
 You can't discriminate.
It makes you wonder how a boy
 Knows just which one to date.

The high court Judges see no "diff"
 Between a her and him.
Methinks their years are catching up-
 Their sight has grown too dim.

Give me the good old-fashioned days
 When gals were gals-not men.
For all that femininity
 I kinda get a yen.

The liberals say, "Don't frustrate the child
 With disciplined control.
Just let him loose to do his thing
 And play his chosen role."

But he'll waste time and life and limb
 And ruin others' lot.
And think he's having lots of fun
 On drugs and "grass" and "pot".

His right to freedom, speech and work
 He'll take or leave at will.
And little care for public folks
 Who have to pay the bill.

The federal "help" I get from Unc(le)—
 I Just can't stand much more.
With tax, red tape and interest rates.
 I'm getting too dang poor.

If you should try the federal way
 Of deficits and debt.
You'd find an I.R.S. man
 A looking down your neck.

I'm somewhat like the school Supt.
 Who tried without success
To stem the tide of "Fed" control,
 And all that meddling mess.

They'd told him how to cook the lunch.
 And how to run the school.
And threatened to withhold his funds
 If he should break the rule.

He finally threw his hands up
 And said. "I'm sick and tired
Of all this ruckus, do's and don'ts—
 I'll quit before I'm fired."

And so he got a HUD house
 With little rent to pay,
And lived on welfare's "easy street"
 The Socialistic way.

The moral of this story is:
 If you can't buck the tide
Crawl on the craft of "easy life"
 And take a leisure ride.

When the public folks have had enough
 Of all this liberal rot,
They'll start to call a spade a spade
 And things will really "pop".

This is Ronald Reagan.

Thanks for listening.

 

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Batch Number75-05-A5
Production Date03/12/1975
Book/PageN/A
AudioYes
Youtube?Posted by Me
With The Incredible Bread Machine

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