Trump gave a campaign speech the other day,
His audience, a group of Navajo,
All eager to hear what he had to say.
But, as he spoke, one saw discomfort grow.

He gave his usual talk: hyperbole,
Complaints, and promises he might not keep.
With all the Navajo’s long history,
Mixed up by Trump: some drifted into sleep.

When Trump called them, “red brothers,” their doubts grew,
That he had any sense of common cause.
Suspecting nothing that he said was true,
When finished, they gave him polite applause.

Then tribal elders gave Trump an award,
“The Walking Eagle,” which Trump took with pride.
The crowd cheered lustily, all in accord.
Enthusiasm, which they did not hide.

And naturally, Trump thought that they loved him.
With this award, the crowd seemed overjoyed.
The press all wondered what got into them.
For earlier, some frankly seemed annoyed.

When Trump had gone, reporters asked a man,
What does “The Walking Eagle,” signify?
He said, “This is the meaning for our clan:
“A bird so full of shit, it cannot fly.”