There once was a baker in Kalamazoo Who made the best cinnamon sticky-goo. He hired some folks and gave them a plan Dental, and vision, and coverage for Dan. But each year in spring came a letter so cruel: “Your costs are up 30%, sorry old fool.” He’d huff and he’d puff and he’d stomp on the mat, Then switch up his broker and say, “That is that!” Yet next year it came, same envelope size, With bigger bad numbers and corporate lies. He yelled at the mirror. He blamed the whole state. “How can flour and sugar inflate at this rate?” Then a voice from the vents said, “Come look at us! We make cheese and we juice and we drive little bus’. But we don’t stand alone. That’s not how we play. We built up a team in a very old way.” “We share what we buy and we bargain together. We join on insurance and buy in all weather. We’re still independent, but strong when we need. And we don’t feed the middlemen’s hunger and greed.” The baker blinked twice, “But I like my own name.”...