Maggie's Farm

Ya can't sing the song unless you know the words. Many years ago I was out in the street working and many of my (striking) union crew would drive by shouting: "Scab, scab, scab!" After a bit of this I waved them down. They stopped and I explained to them that a 'scab' is a no good worthless lout that is willing to cross a picket line and take (as a starvation wage) the job of work away from the skilled, noble and heroic union worker! ...that I, on the other hand, was incompetent management willing to fumble and piddle trying to do the complex and complicated work normally handled by organized laborers thus taking the bread out of the mouths of their wives and children and was subsequently, in union parlance, not a 'scab' but instead, a Rat!' They where silent for a few seconds, then said, "Thanks Jim", drove off and came back around a bit later shouting; "RAT, RAT, RAT!"