Allow me to call in the cats to pitch in There’s a rat in the kitchen
The scourge of earth was in our house
That rodent didn’t do his job for hours
But to clutch his fading scraps of power
At home now, our secret pages he scours
The FBI caught the vermin eating the nuke docs
But the kleptocrat continues to up civil war talks
Tick, tick, they harangue
Tick, tock, tick bang, bang
The body count keep going up
He urges the dimwits to drink the death cup
But our nation’s guards are still at the gates To take on they who take up arms against the States
Strapped in for trips across miles and time for other rats
Prepared to scalpel the uncouth and wayward bureaucrats
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