To the tune of Winter Wonderland

School bells ring, are you listening,
In the streets, blood is glistening.
Revolution in sight,
We're toiling tonight.
Progressing to the workers' motherland.

Gone away is our history,
Here to stay is equal misery.
We sing labor's song,
As we go along,
Progressing to the workers' motherland.

In the meadow we can build a snowman,
Then pretend that he's Josef Stalin.
He'll say: Are you orphans?
We'll say: No man,
But you can do the job,
In our kitchen.

Later on, we'll conspire,
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid,
The plans that we've made,
Progressing to the workers' motherland.

In the meadow we can build a gulag,
And pretend that it's full of the rich.
We'll starve teabaggers right there in the gulag,
Until the mass graves fill up the new ditch.

When it snows, ain't it thrilling,
Tracking down bourgeois and killing?
We'll murder and slay, the Soviet way,
Progressing to the workers' motherland.


Aren't the revolutionary progressive youth a wonder to behold?

Comrade Bloggojevitch, most equal!

A winter holiday song to warm the hearts and minds of progressives worldwide. I'm still tapping my foot to the tune. Of course, there isn't much of a tapping sound since the sole wore through. I'm waiting for the Footwear Commisariat to issue me new ones. I'm expecting my winter shoes around July.

Oh, but that I had read this in time to update those loathsome reactionary carolers!