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Crimson Beneficence

A Christmas poem

Jolly St. Nick picks his Christmas gifts well.

He left them with us--but how, we can't tell.

So now it's our duty to spread Christmas cheer

to people we don't like.

To Bok, we give his two billion dollars

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to hire a couple of more varied scholars.

We give him The Crimson--the voice of his minions--

his spending to mirror our worthy opinions.

To Clark, who has made the Law School so tense,

we give a quick trial without good defense.

To Robert Putnam and K-School nobility,

we offer a mission and respectability.

To Verba, we give the magical power

to hire minorities and make bureaucrats cower.

To junior professors waiting for tenure,

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