Why You Butter Ponder Politics

Norwegian Moo Gold

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If Julia Child had lived to one hundred, remaining sprightly,

I think she could've earned the first female President title by quietly

spreading fear throughout the world that the Norway Butter Crisis

isn't an isolated incident of government inhibited public bliss.

What if someone snuck a bigger butter tax or tariff in fine print

after secretly stockpiling mountains of moo gold for a stint?

What if others decided to restrict excessive butter exporting?

We'll need a leader who believes that's a betrayal worth thwarting.

In a nation where some sculpt art with butter, like it's clay,

and others fry battered whole sticks to nutritionists' dismay,

and still others have no idea that its in everything they eat,

keeping plentiful supplies of moo gold is no insignificant feat.

We've already got enough smuggling problems at our borders.

We don't need the worry of butter gangs and moo gold hoarders.

So, when you start pondering which Presidential candidate you'll back,

consider their stance on that condiment the Norwegians currently lack.

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This rhyme is in honor of those suffering in Norway from a lack of sufficient butter for day to day and from a vast rise in the price they must pay to clog their arteries the old-fashioned way.