Wednesday, March 16, 2016
Troubled Waters on American Pond
As I was strolling by the Pond one bright March morn,
I came upon an old duck, but he seemed forlorn.
I said, Mr. Duck, what has stricken you so sad?
He said, There's just no way I can still be glad.
He said, Now our honorable ducks have all gone down
since superTuesday's primaries brought these honking' geese around.
Politics has sunken to new depths of mudsling crud.
I just wanna stick my head in some watery mud.
Now these honking' geese think they own the place;
they strut around; they honk in your face.
I wish I could just get away from them--
that loudmouth Trumpy gander, and Hillary the honky Hen.
I just wanna be like those turtles over there,
sitting in the sun without a care,
but for the future of our Pond I fear;
things will never again be safe around here.
With all the contention between ducks and the geese
we'll have no more quiet, no still waters, no peace.
No civility, no serenity--it's all downstream from here.
and masked bandits will rob us blind, I fear!
Oh, woe is US, I say;
woe is USA!