My hometown ran out of money,
Ran out like an infidelous bunny.
In the bind we turned to tourists for help,
The kind to whom an adult is a whelp.
Giant model village, come and see!
The 20-foot visitors can skate and ski,
But mostly they wonder at the houses and people.
“Look at that bush and look at that steeple,
Painted like it was real and for use,
Instead of a vanity piece from spruce.
A car damaged by super strong hail!
Look at all this attention to detail!”
It’s demeaning and they make a mess,
Their green bills bring us progress.
I like food so I’ll play along,
Thousand times a day: My people’s song.