If Trump were a giggle, a laugh or joke
We'd all be as happy as pigs in a poke.
Instead we're all worried and covered in hives
And scared he might bring an end to our lives.

He's brash and vulgar and silly and vain
It's sad he was given such a small brain
But whatever he does if it's good or bad
It's pretty well bound to make somebody mad.

We wish he was hiding somewhere unknown
Or one of his friends had stamped on his phone.
His family's the same, they all think they're great
We secretly hope they'll share the same fate.

So gather your patience stick to the plan
I promise eventually we'll get rid of the man
The pain will diminish and fear go away
And everyone else can come out and play.

There'll be fun and high jinxes and games everywhere
The sun will shine brightly. We'll have not a care
We could send him to prison, or Spain or UK
But never please never in the US of A.

Give him a pension, a new set of clubs
A few pretty ladies to give him some rubs
Write him a musical. Make him feel good
Just send him away, is that understood?