Day 707, The Donald’s Fecal Stream

(may be sung to The Old Mill Stream) (1)

 

We’ve heard the Donald tell us that he trusts his gut.

That’s pretty clear from all the crap pulled from his butt.

He tells us he knows more than all his generals do

But, when he speaks, then we can tell it’s all doo doo.

 

Chorus:

The Donald’s Fecal Stream tells him what to do.

Eyes that once were blue took a brownish hue.

It was then we knew; ‘twas the final clue.

When Donald speaks, the whole room reeks;

Out flows the fecal stream.

 

The Donald’s base has proven it’s not hard to fool.

And most of them remain as stubborn as a mule.

Republicans treat Trump as if he were a king

But they got nowhere flapping only their right wing.

 

Chorus:

The Donald’s Fecal Stream tells him what to do.

Eyes that once were blue took a brownish hue.

It was then we knew; ‘twas the final clue.

When Donald speaks, the whole room reeks.

Out flows the fecal stream.

 

(1)  Down By the Old Mill Stream, 1908, Tell Taylor.  His inspiration was quite different than mine.