• 2010 elections highlight Obama’s eroding base

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  • Oh, the blanket
    Has run off,
    And the bed sheet flew away,
    And the pillow,
    Like a frog,
    Leaped away from me.

    As I try to grab the candle,
    It just jumps into the boiler!
    As I try to get the book,
    It just jolts under the cradle!

    I would like to drink some tea,
    I approach the samovar,
    But that little potbelly
    Ran from me as from a fire.

    Oh, my goodness, Jesus Christ,
    What is going on?
    Why is everything around me
    Spinning,
    Whirling,
    Speeding like a wheel?

    All the boots
    Before the irons,
    All the pies
    Before the boots
    And the pies
    Behind the irons
    While the poker’s
    Behind the sash –
    Everything is spinning,
    And revolving,
    And is tumbling around.

    Suddenly from momma’s bedroom,
    Limping and bowlegged,
    The washbasin runs out
    And it shakes its head:

    Oh you filthy, oh you dirty,
    Unclean little piggy!
    You are blacker than a chimney-sweeper,
    Take a good look at yourself:
    There’s a blacking on your neck,
    There’s a blotch under your nose,
    And your hands are such a mess,
    That you have lost even your pants,
    Oh, your pants! Oh, your pants!
    You have lost even your pants.

    Early in the morning dawn
    Little micies wash their faces,
    So do kittens, so do ducklings,
    So do beetles, so do spiders.

    You’re the one who didn’t wash
    And a dirtling you remain,
    And your boots and stockings fled
    From your little dirtling self.

    I am Washbasin the Great,
    I’m the famous Washtoholes,
    I’m the leader of all washbasins
    And commander of the sponges!

    If I come to stomp my foot,
    Calling out for all my soldiers,
    All the washbasins would fly in
    And would crowd this little room.
    They’d start barking, and start howling,
    And start stomping all their feet,
    And would give a good head cleaning,
    To you, unclean little one -
    Into Moika,
    Into Moika,
    Headfirst they would dip you in!”

    He had hit the copper basin
    And proclaimed: “Kara-baras!”

    At that moment brushes, brushes
    Spluttered like a clapper,
    And start rubbing me
    While saying:

    “Washing, washing the chimney-sweeper
    Cleaner, cleaner, cleaner, cleaner!
    Chimney-sweeper will be, will be
    Clean, clean, clean, clean!

    Now the soap has jumped right up
    And had clutched on to my hair,
    Started wriggling, and lathering,
    And stinging, like a wasp.

    I darted from the ravenous sponge
    As if running from a stick,
    But she followed, followed me,
    Down the Sadovoi, down Sennoi.

    I ran to the Tavric Garden,
    And had jumped over the fence,
    But she’s speeding right behind me
    And is biting, like a she-wolf.

    Suddenly, coming towards me,
    Is my good old, favorite Crocodile.
    He was walking down the alley
    With Totoshka and Kokoshka.

    And the sponge, as if a jackdaw,
    He had swallowed like a jackdaw.

    And then he started growling
    At me,
    Started stomping his feet
    At me:
    “You had better go on home,
    He said,
    And had better wash your face,
    He said,
    If you don’t I’ll swoop you down,
    He said,
    I will trample you and swallow you!”
    He said.

    And I started running down the street,
    I came running back to Washbasin, again.

    Soaping, Soaping,
    Soaping, Soaping
    I kept washing without end,
    Washed off all the blackings
    And the ink
    From my unwashed face

    And so now the trousers, trousers
    Had jumped back into my hands.
    And the pies had followed them:
    “Won’t you eat me, my dear pal!”

    And right after came the sandwich:
    Jumping right into my mouth!

    Now the book had turned around,
    And the notebook had returned,
    And at once the grammar started
    Dancing with the arithmetic.

    And now Washbasin the Great,
    The famous Washtoholes,
    Leader of all the washbasins
    And commander of the sponges,
    Ran up to me dancing,
    And had said while kissing me:

    “Now I love you,
    Now I praise you!
    Finally, you dirtling,
    Washtoholes is pleased!”

    Surely, surely you should wash
    Every morning and every evening,

    As for unclean
    Chimney-sweepers –
    Shame for shame!
    Shame for shame!

    All hale the fragrant soap,
    And the fluffy towel,
    And the tooth paste,
    And the thick comb!

    Let us all wash, and splash,
    Swim, dive, and roll
    In the tub, in the washtub, in the trough,
    In the river, in the stream, in the ocean, -

    In the bathtub, in the bathhouse,
    Always and everywhere –
    Eternal glory to water!



























































































































  • 2010 elections highlight Obama’s eroding base

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