It’s bad news I’m afraid – Donald’s stable
And a genius – cards on the table –
We will have to concede
That he’s not mad, indeed,
To be President he’s more than able.
Communism, it levels all men.
Remember those gory days when
Its bloody stain spread?
And the millions of dead?
Yet they still wish to try it again.
Soon motor cars will drive themselves.
Their muscles – their pistons and valves.
Computers their brains.
So too, trucks and trains.
Mere men will be left on the shelves.