Like Ben Franklin’s fish,
Really starts to smell
With their vile agenda to sell.
Why should we let them serve that dish?
Drive our country straight to hell?
We should pitch them down a well!
Wouldn’t that be rich?
Yank our nation from the ditch!
Buy us peace? Who can tell.
Arrest your heartless banditry;
Don’t hawk that pap. It’s not for me.