It was no time to play. It was no time for fun. 
 Wages were stagnant and the good jobs were gone. 
 We sat by the window, we sat there we two. 
 And we wondered and wondered for something to do. 
 Then Sally and I, we heard a loud bump-- 
 a bump and a thump and a painful-like grunt. 
 We turned in our chairs and there in the landing 
 Was a Cat with a laptop, who was rather tall standing. 
 "Greetings, my friends, how sad you all look!" 
 said the Cat in the Hat as he sat on a book. 
 "Allow me to help; I can see you need care, 
 and when you get older some money to spare." 
 "Well yes," said I, "that would surely be nice. 
 If you know some good tricks we might take your advice." 
 "All right," said the Cat, "There're some things that I know 
 that surely will pay a nice pension to go!" 
 There are risks to these tricks," said the Cat in the Hat. 
 "But they can't be avoided, I'm sure you know that." 
 "Get out!" yelled our fish, "You should not be about. 
 You should not do these tricks when our gov'ment's out!" 
 "Oh phsaw!" Said the Cat, "There is no need to frown. 
 Market forces will make sure I don't let you down!" 
 "How?" Said the fish, "How does that work?" 
 "It's simple," said the Cat in the Hat with a jerk. 
 "If I did anything bad, I would not be let in." 
 "So you see," said the Cat, "it works out in the end." 
 "You came in on your own," our old fish pointed out. 
 "Facts," said the Cat, "are things which cause doubt." 
 And doubt is not good, when you want to have fun! 
 So follow me now and let us have some." 
 And the next thing we knew he was up on the desk. 
 He was bending and grinning. He looked Reaganesque. 
 [the remainder of this piece is on my writing page]