In a town called Superior, not far away,
Lived Mayor Jim with numbers to play.
He found a well, deep and wide,
Where truth would sink and numbers would hide.

“Throw in a mill rate,” Jim said with cheer,
“And watch it shrink—it’ll disappear!”
But taxes rose, and spending too,
While Jim spun tales that just weren’t true.

He tossed in dollars, he tossed in dimes,
Out came a budget that climbed and climbed.
“Our streets need fixing!” the townsfolk cried,
But Jim just shrugged, “The well will provide!”

Sidewalks cracked, potholes grew,
Yet Jim had better things to do.
Tax breaks for friends, handouts galore,
But the alleys? Pay for those yourself—Mayor’s orders!

With wallets drained and patience thin,
The town saw where their cash had been.
Blacktop by the people, while Jim played king,
Handing out taxpayer money it didn’t cost him a thing.

The well would bubble, the well would churn,
Yet no real answers they’d ever discern.
For while Jim believed in his magical knack,
The town saw promises that didn’t add back.

So, children, beware this tale of woe:
A mayor whose budget grows while your streets erode.
For when truth goes missing and trust runs thin,
You might just end up with a Mayor Jim!