One of the lessons of the past election is that half the country is now on the gravy train, and they voted to keep the train running. And it is running, running straight for the washed out bridge and into the gorge where all socialist gravy trains wind up.

The roadbed crew laid down the stones

The ties set down and square

The gandy dancers drove the spikes

The rails lay straight and fair

Behind the crews the engines sat

Their boilers banked and low

Each carriage filled with screaming folk

Enraged the pace was slow

The rails crept forward, gathering speed

Across the fruited plain

And at each stop more people climbed

Aboard the gravy train