© 2016 by P Michael Biggs
Donald Grump was a mean old chump
He would stomp and slump,
And pump and jump
Donald Grump was a mean old chump
Donald Grump was not a nice man
He would throw his pan
And kick the can
And hop in his van
And drive to Birmingham
Donald Grump was a mean old soul
He gave lumps of coal
His words were droll
He had no goal
He often stole
Donald Grump was a mean old soul
Donald Grump had a change of heart
He took up art
And pushed his cart
He did his part
Donald Grump became a work of art
And everybody in town lived happily ever
after
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