From the Bible to the popular song,
There's one theme that we find right along;
Of all ideals they hail as good,
The most sublime is Brotherhood. [1]

There was a man, though, who it seems
Once carried this ideal to extremes;
He loved his brothers and they loved him,
And yet his story is rather grim.

There once lived a man named Barack Hussein.
You may have heard about his godlike brain.
His face would soar o'er Black Hills' plain
'Cause he'd govern better.

His rivals used to say, quite a bit,
That for a president he was not fit;
But still in all they had to admit
That he governed bigger.

Yes, he governed bigger like no others; [2]
He fought for laws persistently that won with his brothers.
One thing on which you could depend was:
He sure knew where the polling trend was.

When we found what he had done,
We swore and cried out, one by one.
The magic ended for Royal One
Who loved green power.

So we seek to find another
Now who'll soon go to bat,
No eye candy, hearts and flowers, ready for a spat;
But pray he'll govern better than that Democrat,

Or you may find yourself with a frightful next-term Rex, and
You may end up with Hillary. [3]
I'd rather tarry in stocks and pillory
Than wake up, biking to meet a train!