Hush little baby – capitalist edition

I was browsing through my notes recently and found this satirical version of Hush Little Baby that I drafted early last year, but never finished or published.

My thought process was, what would this poem sound like if papa was a ruthless capitalist?

Hush little baby don’t say a word,
papa’s gonna buy you a mockingbird

And if that mockingbird don’t sing,
papa’s gonna buy you a diamond ring

And if that diamond ring don’t shine,
papa’s gonna buy you a diamond mine

And if that diamond mine don’t produce,
papa’s gonna cut every employee loose

And if those employees try to unionize,
papa’s gonna hire scabs that don’t sympathize

And if those scabs ask for a raise,
papa will acquiesce if they sing his praise

And if profits decrease and he’s in a rage,
papa’s gonna lobby for lower minimum wage

And if papa gets away with this fraud,
he’ll still have to answer directly to God