In a bright egg-shaped office there sat an old grump
An orange-faced grump named President Trump
He cared not for people, his words were obscene
He thought of new laws, new ways to be mean
He hired and fired without thinking too fully
His anger was strong, this orange-faced bully
He was so mean he was quite like a viper
And screamed like a baby in need of a diaper
From out of the elements came a voice through the breeze
It spoke to the president, it spoke for the trees
“I am the Lorax, I’ve come to D.C.
It’s time that we talked, just you and just me”
“All people are equal,” the Lorax explained
“And to separate people can equal much pain.”
“Why do you talk like a wise man” said Trump
“You speak for the forest, but are more of a Gump”
“Insult me all day, like you do to the people
“But I will be here until people are equal”
“See I am the Lorax who speaks for the trees,
It’s evident, president snickety sneeze
I speak for much more than the thickety trees
I speak for a sublime summertime breeze
I speak of the things we should all very do
I speak for the kindness I know is in you”
“I’ll do as I please, you Loraxean sleeze,
Politics isn’t as simple as peace.”
“But to upset on purpose is quite a disservice,
your abiding unkindness makes everyone nervous
And so Mr. President, I see it self evident
That this White House has earned a new resident
Not today or tomorrow, but in years that will follow
A new chief to show that your ways were quite hollow”
So thirty years passed, and no president asked
How deeply the nation had truly been gashed
Until one Irish girl had launched a campaign
That spoke for the people, their sameness, their pain
She said she’d undo the Trumpian bluster
And voters began oh so slowly to trust her
So in walked Elizabeth, aged thirty-five
Having won an election, the time had arrived
For her to take office, the first girl to win
She took a deep breath, and headed right in
She set up her desk, three pictures on top of
One very proud mommy, and daddy, and papa
