Timothy Birdnow

Here's another little ditty. Sung to Stephen Foster's Old Foks at Home:

Way down upon the Swampy River, Joe made his pay
That's where his wallet's ever filling
that's where he's desperate to stay
all up and down the Eastern Seaboard,
sadly he roams
hoping that  his inauguration
Will save him from the nursing home.

Refrain:

How the polls are sad and dreary
Trump may stay in that dome
Oh dear Lord he might be like John Kerry
could he really lose to that gnome?

All 'round the planet he did wander
when he was veep
lot of campaign dollars he did launder
and sniff little girls hair (the creep)
When his son was skimming Ukraine money
Joe was fast asleep
and Obama might have thought it funny
But Joe got in way too deep.

How the polls are sad and dreary
Trump may stay in that dome
Oh dear Lord he might be like John Kerry
could he really lose to that gnome?

A boy from Delaware moved to the big time
Half a century now
sadly he's been mired in muck and swamp slime
it's past time he take a bow

How the polls are sad and dreary
Trump may stay in that dome
Oh dear Lord he might be like John Kerry
He wants to stay out of a home

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