“The time has come,” the ostrich said
“To bury our collective head
“As deeply in the sands of rhymes
“As possible in troubled times.”
With head in sand our Prexy croaks
“I speak the truth , you stupid blokes.
“With surge on surge from here to Hell
“I am your surgeon general.”
“I know just how to operate
“The people love to hear me prate
“They know that I’m no cheap old skate
“With head in sand, they croak, “You’re great!”
The ostrich is a clever bird
With head in sand no truth is heard
From Heaven our dear George was sent
How lucky we, he’s President.