THE STORY OF FLYING HANK PAULSEN
(The Story of Flying Robert, Struwwelpeter)
WilliamBanzai7's Subprime Struwwelpeter

When the bear market rain comes tumbling down
In the country clubs or on Wall Street town,
All good little girls and boys
Stay at home and mind their toys.
But Hank Paulsen thought, "No, when it pours,
It is better out of doors."
Rain it did, and in a minute
Hank was in it.
Here you see him, silly fellow,
Underneath his red TARP umbrella.
What a bailout wind! oh! how it whistles
Through the taxpayer trees, Federal flowers and deficit thistles!
It has caught his red TARP umbrella:
Now look at him, silly fellow--
Up he flies
In the Trillion Dollar Bailout skies.
No one heard his screams and cries;
Through the subprime clouds the rude wind bore him,
And his Goldman hat flew on before him.
Soon they got to such a height,
They were nearly out of sight.
And the hat went up so high,
That it nearly touched the sovereign bankrupt sky.
No one ever yet could tell
Where they stopped, or where they fell: