Yes Virginia, There Is A Conspiracy
I know it’s a pretty dream, Virginia,
That an adult might be true,
But they’re lying through their teeth, my dear,
And laughing back at you.
They pat your pretty head, Virginia,
And feed you a fairy tale,
Then chide you when you fib, my dear,
Their hypocrisy’s off-the-scale.
The lesson to remember, kid,
When asking for the gist,
Is to never trust the printed word
Of any journalist.
For ev’rything the adults tell,
Each lesson, tale, or fact,
Is just a product that they sell,
A vast and secret pact.
Virginia, you need to know
The rule they all live by –
To keep hold of the status quo
They’ll lie and lie and lie.
I know it’s a crying shame, Virginia,
That they won’t tell you straight
That Santa Claus is a con, my dear –
For goodness sake – you’re eight !
Rhyming Couplets 