Mighty DT Was Voted Out

The outlook wasn't very good 

For the red-hat crowd that day,

The pollsters gave him little chance,

And the "TVs said, No way!"

The sneer is gone from DT's lip,

His teeth are clenched in hate;

He pounds with cruel violence

Upon his luncheon plate.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land

The sun is shining bright.

The band is playing somewhere,

And somewhere hearts are light

And somewhere men are laughing,

And somewhere children shout.

But there is no joy in Mar-A-Lago,

Mighty DT was voted out!