Donald Trump
Is taking a dump
And out of his rump
Comes the babe he just
pumped
It made him slump
Over his clover-lined
plover
There by the cliffs of
Dover
Where he wants it to be
all over
Oh silly boy
You’re just the toy
Of a real Rob Roy
Whose full of Joy
Or whatever her name
With whom he came
To this land untame
To him it’s all the
same
Cause in the end its
you who he’ll blame
And put on you a
mountain of shame
Tiger, tiger
Burning bright
In the Black Forrest
Stands the wholly white
night
He is an ugly sight
Because he lives off
fright
Not the people’s might
Decency or right
What immortal hand and
eye
Will cast you both
Into the bye and bye
You are so sly
Still you have to die
So four and twenty
blackbirds
Can bake you into a pie
Then fly to the sky
And get mighty high
Every dog will have its
day
Every man can have his
hour of power
The sweet and the sour
Every man can have his
say
A mind to build
And a world to sway
In the end it’s they
Who will stay
And you who will lay
Forever and a day
Completely out of the
way
On life not death
You cast your cold eye
Now by you the horseman
Just merely ride by
The four and twenty
blackbirds
Who baked you into
their pie
To wish you a good-bye
Bart was bright
But had no sight
Or inner light
What seemed to him
right
Was something that goes
Bump in the night
A devil’s brew
Made just for you
