On a Roll With the Dole

Sending foreign aid just doesn’t make sense With American families living in tents Just how many countries rushed to give cash When into New Orleans Katrina crashed San Andreas fault runs through our nation Cross Western states, widespread devastation Our British, Aussie and Canadian friends Are the only ones on whom we can depend Uncle Sam’s pockets are bare; there’s no gold To back the dollars printed multifold Countries that dislike “rich Americans” Always look to us with their outstretched hands If a mega-disaster should strike Iraq We’d offer support, say, “We’ve got your back” And yet these nations would sneer at us still The debt-ridden states abound with good will Charity, they say, should begin at home But to other nations our dollars roam “Say, buddies,” we beg, “can you spare a dime?” As out of poverty we seek to climb