Twinkle, twinkle, GOP Scaring hell right out of me. Platforms aren’t worth a crap I’d like to give your face a slap. All your antics have grown old And your twinkle’s not from gold.
Twinkle tinsel seems to me Not of diamond quality. None is precious metal grade. Fake as promises you made. Hating is your stock in trade. Embezzlement the game you played.
Missile epistle, you love war. You forgot what we are for. We were formed to protect Not hanging nooses around necks. Freedom was the reason why Not to make foreigners die.
Swindle, chisel is your game. Set the economy aflame. Locking down the government. We knew bigotry was meant. Voters have begun to see Your ranks filled with villainy.
Sizzle, melting is our wish Just like Oz’s ugly witch. That would be a perfect end; Nothing but a smudge to tend, Thirty years from now when we Have repaired your bastardy.