Well, the good old Socialist Songbook takes care of the second request:

THE DAILY WORKER
(Tune: Monkey Chased the Weasel)

Oh, all around our Union Square is
the land of the Daily Worker,
You'll see them standing everywhere,
reading the Daily Worker.
You go in the door of a soda store,
and talk to the soda jerker,
He knows the truth about the war
by reading the Daily Worker.

You go to a dance to look for romance
at waltzing or mazurka,
You have a chance to catch their glance —
by reading the Daily Worker.
The Eskimo, the Hottentot, the
Chinaman, and the Turka,
They know exactly what is what —
by reading the Daily Worker.

United Front was quite a stunt; it
took in many a sucker,
And many a dame with a Mayflower name
is rid-ding the Daily Wuh-ker.
Uncle Joe, as you might know, with
many a grin and smirker
Sees the line go over fine by
reading the Daily Worker.