Like that Batman character He’s the Joker But it’s clear to one and all He’s no Al Roker As a weatherman He’s less than mediocre And he’s no prognosticator Of who'll get a soaker
He warned the folks Who live in Alabama That Hurricane Dorian Would no doubt slam her And he didn’t even Say it with a stammer Which caused meteorologista Everywhere to clamor
The man’s lacking in curiosity And doesn’t study Reports that he should see Like Marvin Gaye, all I can say Is, “Mercy mercy me.” He’s the leader of our nation But, how could that be? When he’s on vacation permanently
Lying is like Breathing to him See he prevaricates On a mere whim And the chances that he’ll change Are none to slim Because his prognosis has gone From bad to grim