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To be sung to the tune of “Don’t Cry for Me Argentina” from “Evita.”

Don’t cry for me New York Staters.

I’m hounded by right-wing haters.

They want to see me gone,

Flushed down the toilet john,

But I resist them,

That’s how I twist them.

Don’t cry for me New York Staters.

I’m hounded by former red-baiters.

They’ve got their axes out.

That’s what it’s all about.

They just don’t like me,

‘Cause I’m a queen bee.

Don’t cry for me New York Staters.

For me, you’re all first-raters.

I want your many votes

And all your loving notes.

They build my ego

Wherever we go.

Don’t cry for me New York Staters.

My foes are like old dumb waiters.

They’re not my village folk

Of whom I’ve often spoke.

They want to hang me

From a tall tree.

Don’t cry for me New York Staters.

Giuliani and his out-of-daters

Have spirits oh so mean

They fear this super queen.

I’ve got them running,

Control their gunning.

Don’t cry for me New York Staters.

I’m calling my decorators

To fill my New York house

Without my lousy spouse,

You must believe me,

There’s only one key.

Don’t cry for me New York Staters.

My life is an escalator,

I go from down to up,

I married one sick pup,

But don’t desert me

For Giuliani.

Don’t cry for me New York Staters.

I’m tired of White House traitors.

They whisper at my back

Just waiting to attack.

They know I need you

To make my life new.

Don’t cry for me New York Staters.

Become my navigators.

Send me to the top

The Senate is my stop.

I’m looking forward

So give me your word.

Don’t cry for me New York Staters.

Become my demonstrators.

November’s not so far

So fill my money jar.

I need your dollars

My own blue collars.

Don’t cry for me New York Staters.

At last I’ve found my elators.

Abortion is my shtick.

I’ve learned a New York trick,

It’s called pastrami.

What else can harm me?

Don’t cry for me New York Staters,

And all you Central Park skaters.

My life is in your hands,

Like Coney Island sands.

Let’s hear your voices,

We’re all for choices.

Don’t cry for me New York Staters.

You are my new creators.

Just give me all your trust,

Let Giuliani bite the dust.

I am ascending,

On you depending.


Samuel L. Blumenfeld is the author of eight books on education,
including “NEA: Trojan Horse in American Education,” “Is Public
Education Necessary,” and “The Whole-Language/OBE Fraud.” His books are
available on Amazon.com or from his publisher at 208-322-4440. He
writes poetry in his spare time.

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