The father of the fortunate son
  Was the subject of a folk song
  Occupied land that was not his
  And leased it back lackluster
  These utterances unearthed
  Of the verses left unvoiced
  Hard to get his disdain heard
  Realizing the red line there
  The lousy lucre unearned
  He scripted ending the split
  Allowing for those left out
  And legitimate to the land
  Safe places to raise sons
  Dismantle the machine that
  Was working as They wanted
  At length arrived on the air
  By future family members
Aimed squarely at the Old Man