In A Liberal Tree

A monkey sat in a liberal tree
Thinking of things as they ought to be.
Said he to his followers: “Look at me
I am the Chosen One, can’t you see?”

“I’ll lead you to the promised land
Just vote for me and join my band.
We’ll go together so I can command
A bunch of Marxists, won’t that be grand!”

This monkey he talked a really great game
With a voice so clear he gained some fame.
He preached hate lies and gave the blame
On that evil Bush he did proclaim.

As time passed by and with the lies he spread,
The faithful grew, eating it up like buttered bread.
The monkey was arrogant as he moved ahead.
The followers listened carefully to all he said.

For the monkey in the liberal tree,
Things were going just marvelously.
The media repeated his lies for free,
So he said he could win, a guarantee.

But then from the north a mother came,
Speaking the truth about his game.
He’s only a monkey, dumb and lame,
Spreading great lies, an awful shame.

A monkey sat in a liberal tree
Thinking of things as they ought to be
If you look closely, you will see
Just another liberal like Pelosi