One Hit Blunder, by Susie aka: "Donna McLean..."

Czarry czarry night,

Paint you flag all red and gold

The sickle that you love to hold

Shines brightly in your clenched

And cold iron fist

Shadows on the Hill,

Shoot the breeze and ram the bill

Down our throat to cure our ills

But we know it's all a stinking lie

Did you really try,

There in Washington D.C.

There's been no transparency

Like you promised in your slick campaign

With the Autumn rain

We are going to clean your clock

Without your "Prompter" you can't talk

You would not listen, you did not know how

Perhaps you'll listen now