For the benefit of Mr. 1
There will be some justice done, on your own scene
The voters we will all be there
Late, maybe, but never fear, venting spleen

Rally all our forces. group some darters
Fastly through your ballots with real ire
In this way, Mr. 1, your name will unfurl

The celebrated Mr. 1
Performs his votes most any day with jealous hate
The voters now will dance and sing
As Mr. 1 dies through the ring-it's his fate

Mr. 1, he votes that way
So that his very own songs will be second to none
And of course, there's no remorse, fancies his schmaltz!

The votes will run from noon till six
On Friday we'll return his clicks, without a trace
And Mr. 1 will remonstrate
In protests he will undertake, to save some face

Having spent some nights in preparation
Revengeful time is guaranteed for all
Friday night Mr.1 is dropping like hell