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Aug 2014
“Oh come, oh come my little ones
Come to the land of the free.
Cross mountains and deserts
Come on the run!”
said the Pied Piper of D.C.

“We’ll house you and feed you
And give you free treats”
said the schemer to these dreamers so young.
“Citizen’s rights are no bother to me,
I’ll get them to pay for each one.”

“A border so porous you never did see.”
said the Pied piper of D.C.
“Bring all your diseases,
We’ll treat them for free,
And find foster homes for each one.”

“Oh come, oh come my little ones
Come to the land of the free.
Cross mountains and deserts
Come on the run!”
said the Pied Piper of D.C.

Now well you may wonder
How children so young
Cross mountains and deserts to come
But if you should ask you’re a racist of course
Just shut up and pay for each one.

Now back in the day
When a pied piper played
The rats would depart and be done.
But, sadly, these days,
Once this piper’s been paid
(Democ)rats still infest Washington.
A fairy tale poem inspired by our dear leader's recent actions concerning the  undocumented Democrat issue.
John F McCullagh
Written by
John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)   
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   Olivia Kent
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