(Tale – Circa ~ 1960 – 1970)
An old puppeteer told me before he died,
That The Wizard had built this cave so wide,
A hundred machines could fit inside.
And then he built a company – an international company,
With his hands, his mind, and other people’s money,
The profits did flow – – – – – – – like milk and honey.
Around and around circulated the inventory,
Man advanced himself with pride and glory,
But that is not the end of the puppeteer’s story.
A new creation raised the wizards hope,
However, the old machinery could not cope,
And other wizards attempted to interlope.
He gathered his puppeteers into full force,
And assembled his moneychangers, CPAs of course,
Then galloped to Wall Street on a magnificent horse.
He begged and he borrowed and all but stold’,
Millions upon millions, as the story is told,
To build this creation of silicon and gold.
The creation was successful, cash flowed with ease,
The wizard and his sons did seem to please,
The hewers and smelters – busy as bees.
HandOutDorf village begged for their fair share,
The village politicos emerged from thin air,
While whiter and whiter grew the wizards thin hair.
The old wizard died, and one son soon emerged,
As the leader – and then all hell converged,
The lawyers rode in on their mottled mare,
And demanded profits be divided – in equal share,
To those who did nothing – but appeared to care.
The state lost their case to the wizard’s son,
It appeared that a great victory had finally been won,
But inside the cave, the rot had begun.
Howlers and hooters and croakers appeared,
Also brayers, warblers and whimperers soon neared,
In all corners of these caves – once revered!
And thus it was that Fred spoke;
first with the teachers and then with the masters and lastly with the puppeteers.
“It is a million drachma education made up of a thousand little failures” and thus is what spoke Fred.