Once Donny thought that he would like a Prize
But his record had one too many crease,
He didn’t cross the t’s, nor dot the i’s,
And basically did not embody Peace.
Still he said things some folks wanted to hear
Sowing the seeds of unrest in our nation,
And made his red-hatted supporters cheer
Speaking of bigotry and isolation.
The shove had not yet come, neither the push
The unruly forest was still a tree
Few spoke of voices from a burning bush
Or killed because of Christianity.
Let’s skip right past the part of grooming sheep:
This story starts when you were sound asleep.
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