Workingfolk Unite

First appearence, 35th edition.

This lit- te scab, afhe plays one, = whe is scab-

This little scab, s/he plays one,

Shhe is scabbing just for fun,

This little scab is going home!

This little scab, s/he plays two,

Is there nothing s/he won' do?

This little scab, s/he plays three,

Scab on you and scab on me.

This little scab, s/he plays four,

Helps the boss keep workers poor.

This little scab, s/he plays five,

This time s/he gets out alive.

This little scab, s/he plays six,

Scabbing's how s/he gets her/his kicks.

This little scab, s/he plays seven,

This little scab won' go to heaven.

This little scab, s/he plays eight,

Hurry scab or you'll be late.

This little scab, s/he plays nine,

Walked across a picket line.

This little scab, s/he plays ten,

This little scab won' scab again.

This was Written on the Augustana Nursing Home line in Chicago,

wee Fors 76 At one point the he cope wee fallen becaae he mone

artistic strikers were making spowpeople on the nursing home's front lawn that

the scabs recognized as obscene caricatures of themselves.