There once was a girl named Mary
And her goal was to always be merry
And she knew what she’d like
And that was a big red trike
But she hadn’t a way
To have it that day
But when she went out to play
she met a little dragon named Marky,
At first she was scared
But then he declared,
That he knew the way
For her to play
With all of the things of her dreams,
So she took his advice
For he was really quite nice
And all it required
To have everything she desired
Was to just be a little... mean,
“No, it’s not mean,”
Marky said with sheen
It’s just assertive
Cause no one will give
You all of your greatest desires
So Mary went to the woods
To find the means to buy goods
And there was the apple tree
And with great glee,
Declared that this belongs to me
And at first the others protested
But soon the idea infested
And the other people agreed
And they divided up everything indeed
Only Feather protested,
But for that she was detested
And beaten and banished
The fool had tried to decree
That you can’t own a tree
Feather was given a cactus by the sea
If by sea you mean desert
Where nothing did grow
No matter how many seeds you sew
But Mary did well,
She traded, and she did sell
But she still could not buy
The trike that caught her eye
So she saved, and she traded
But mostly she waited
Until she could buy the lemon tree
And a boat by the sea
So she could trade even more
Till she could buy the trike at the store
And since she couldn’t do it all
She hired a few landless people on call
But as her investments grew,
There was still more to do
So she bought a few hands
From faraway lands
She traded them for pointy stones
That their neighbors used to rip more of them from their homes
They only worked for food
And small shelters of wood
And then one day
She returned from the store in dismay
For they had raised the price
Of the tricycle device
So, in her anger, she sent
The men who guarded the slave tent
To take berries from a nearby bush,
But that bush did belong
To Carlos, her neighbor,
Who didn’t take long
To run out his door
And sock her men in the jaw
But they didn’t stand there in awe
Mary declared war
And a bit after stood at Carlos’s door
And with a rock to his throat
And took the note
Declaring the bush was hers
But back at her tree,
Her employee Sally
Had asked that her slaves be set free
They were entitled to life
Said the troublemaking lowlife
And had even helped some run away
Which the police were hunting that day
So Mary hit Sally, and Sally hit Mary, and all the workers took sides
And beat a decision from their hides
Sally won
But Mary wasn’t done
She just had to pay
The slaves’ wages each day
Which turned out
By Mary’s ingenuity, no doubt
To be less than it had cost
To keep them as slaves
But now they were free to flee
And let out a yippee
As they went back to work at her tree,
But Mary still couldn’t buy her trike
And that fact she did dislike
So she went back to Marky
Intending to yell angrily
But Marky showed him her friend
Who would help her to the end?
He was Chia the snake
And he would help her make
More profit than they had ever dreamed
So she shook his tail
For he had no hands,
And he went to other lands
While Mary focused on making more
Instruments of war
And Chia did his best
To make the other areas infest
With the beating drums of war,
That required guns from Mary’s store
But Joseph saw Mary’s play
He was her rival in that day
So he made weapons as well
And from the sky fire fell
While both sent their serpents around,
Sewing rage and fear
So others would bring their money near
Billions died, and billions more cried
But Joseph and Mary’s pocketbooks grew fat
But even at that
Neither did buy that trike
Because now they wanted a bike
But soon they were after a car
And before long, a star
They’re still at it to this day
And until the people of the sphere stand up,
It’ll always be this way
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