The picket line stakes moral choice,
To raise and bring to life our voice,
To October! Fate sublime for mass,
Bread and peace for child and lass,
McWorkers tyranny abhor,
Know not cynicism of legal clause
That hath for age us with boss in war,
Like Trotskys reds we are folk uproar,
See how we clap for Trotsky's song,
Rings around the Earth, along.

They want them working twice as fast for half the pay,
So we fight twice as hard all night and day,
Could I have the words suffice to say,
The exquisite logic of the workers way,
Solidarity, love and peace,
Mental struggle duly cease,
Raising thoughts of care to pains release,
Painting up the town in raw cerise,
Ours to claim, a freedom true,
Revolution dwells in you.