A nice little self-aware 1952 poem composed by Ford Foundation staffers out of the text of their annual report, which I found digging through their history:

Take a dozen Quakers—be sure they're sweet and pink

Add one discussion program to make the people think;

Brown a liberal education in television grease

And roll in economics, seasoned well with peace.

Crush a juvenile delinquent (or any wayward kid)

And blend it with the roots of an Asiatic's id.

Dice teachers' education, and in a separate pan

Make a sauce of brown technicians from India-Pakistan

And pour it over seed corn in a pilot demonstration,

One that has been flavored with peel-off implication.

Take a board of good conservatives, the nicest you can buy,

And mix them with the white of a beaten liberal's eye;

Now render the conditions of a peace that's just and free

And mix them with insistence on national sovereignty.

Stir everything together, and when the fire's hot,

Pour a little Russian exile into the steaming pot.

Sweeten with publicity all the serving bowls

(By the way, this recipe serves two billion souls),

Garnish with compassion—just a touch will do—

And serve in deep humility your philanthropic stew.

I have a firecracker of a piece on the Ford Foundation upcoming in the next issue of City-Journal magazine (as well as here once it is online).