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The cock is crowing -- The Mav'rick a-groaning
The stream is flowing -- The bullshit a-running
The small birds twitter -- The GOP a-flitter
The lake doth glitter -- The banks a-slippin'
The green field sleeps in the sun; -- In fog, the Moose a-hidin'
The oldest and youngest -- He and She wanna-bees
Are at work with the strongest; -- At odds with odds the longest;
The cattle are grazing, -- Joe's six-packs are amazin'
Their heads never raising; -- Their polls ne'er a-risin';
There are forty feeding like one! -- Seven hundred billion? Who won?
Like an army defeated -- The Mav'ricks march unheeded
The snow hath retreated, -- The rescue near defeated,
And now doth fare ill -- Almost disappearin' to nil
On the top of the bare hill; -- Come the Dems to save the bill;
The plowboy is whooping--anon-anon: -- Former playboy, flound'ring--Viet-nam:
There's joy in the mountains; -- There's no joy in mudslinging;
There's life in the fountains; -- No life in the campaignin';
Small clouds are sailing, -- There's a-slumpin' in autumn,
Blue sky prevailing; -- Barracuda's a-floppin';
The rain is over and gone! -- Over and gone: McPalin's pain!
Small clouds are sailing, -- There's a-slumpin' in autumn,
Blue sky prevailing; -- Barracuda's a-floppin';
The rain is over and gone! -- Over and gone: McPalin's pain!
Seed Poem: "March," by William Wordsworth
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*Thanks to Eric N. Brown for the photo.
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