Hawaii's water pure, atoll of sand,
Had brought into the world this god unplanned.
They raised him thin and tall in many lands;
The passport docs ne'er shared what proof demands.
Barry Soetoro's game was soon to come:
He organized poor aimless commune slum.

The foes lay on the ground, sports bars shone bright,
When BHO was crowned Election Night.
Mainly paid squads to maim ad-hominem.
Mainly paid squads to maim ad-hominem.
Then he made jobs for famous Communists.
Then he made jobs for famous Communists.

Faint Joseph blue would try to fend and guide;
To guard him and protect his nether side.
The Press Corps hovered round, and sang this song,
Yea, we waive all our nays, trust calmly mum.
Then he came out audacious Communist.
Then he came out audacious Communist.

And thus that oval room became a throne
For him who snared Old Glory overthrown.
O come, then, let us join the washed-up Post,
To praise Barack the One, and wholly toast.
Then he takes all voracious Commie chums.
Then he takes all voracious Commie chums.

This blow-by-blow first round just starts the fight.
Then Tea Parties are born, enlist mass Right,
Gain interactive status, common tongue,
Plain speak: take off your Statist commie thumb.
Vain seekers all inflame us; Rahm sees doom.
Stained cheats that overcame us won't resume.*