Conservative Poetry & Prose
The Union is my Shepherd
The union is my shepherd, I shall not work,
It maketh me to lie down on the job.
It leadeth me beside the still factories,
It restoreth my insurance benefits.
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of unemployment,
I will fear no recriminations, for the union is with me.
Its restrictive practices and shop stewards comfort me.
It prepareth a works committee before me in the presence of my employer.
It annointeth my hand with pay rises.
My bank balance runneth over.
Surely such never-never payments and union dues,
Shall follow me all the days of my life,
And I will dwell in a council flat for ever.
Written and published by British Minister Rev. Norman Baldock in his local parish newspaper 1963. This had wide circulation.