Taxation?
So, I'm reading all about trusts and will components and the like when it hit me - the song "Tradition" from Fiddler on the Roof would still work pretty well as "Taxation" instead of tradition. No, really! Look:
[TEVYE]
Taxation, taxation! Taxation!
Taxation, taxation! Taxation!
[TEVYE & PAPAS]
Who, day and night, must scramble for a living,
Feed a wife and children, say his daily prayers?
And pay the tax man a share of his earnings,
Or lose rights to the family home?
The Papa, the Papa! Taxation!
The Papa, the Papa! Taxation.
[GOLDE & MAMAS]
Who must know the way to make a proper home,
A quiet home, a kosher home?
Who must raise the family and run the home,
So Papa's free to keep our balanced books?
The Mama, the Mama! Taxation!
The Mama, the Mama! Taxation!
[SONS]
At three, I started Hebrew school. At ten, I learned a trade.
Now feds want twenty-three per-cent of ev'ry dime I've made.
The son, the son! Taxation!
The son, the son! Taxation!
[DAUGHTERS]
And who does Papa give, in trust, land on which to live?
Because she can't earn her own way as she has no marketable education or skills, except for that oldest and noblest of trades which is whoring on the streets?
The daughter, the daughter! Taxation!
The daughter, the daughter! Taxation!
Ok, so the ending needs work.
[TEVYE]
Taxation, taxation! Taxation!
Taxation, taxation! Taxation!
[TEVYE & PAPAS]
Who, day and night, must scramble for a living,
Feed a wife and children, say his daily prayers?
And pay the tax man a share of his earnings,
Or lose rights to the family home?
The Papa, the Papa! Taxation!
The Papa, the Papa! Taxation.
[GOLDE & MAMAS]
Who must know the way to make a proper home,
A quiet home, a kosher home?
Who must raise the family and run the home,
So Papa's free to keep our balanced books?
The Mama, the Mama! Taxation!
The Mama, the Mama! Taxation!
[SONS]
At three, I started Hebrew school. At ten, I learned a trade.
Now feds want twenty-three per-cent of ev'ry dime I've made.
The son, the son! Taxation!
The son, the son! Taxation!
[DAUGHTERS]
And who does Papa give, in trust, land on which to live?
Because she can't earn her own way as she has no marketable education or skills, except for that oldest and noblest of trades which is whoring on the streets?
The daughter, the daughter! Taxation!
The daughter, the daughter! Taxation!
Ok, so the ending needs work.