I wonder what the King is flushing tonight.

[The Velveteen Ocelot]

4. I wonder...

I know what my MAGAts are thinking tonight
As home through the shadows they wander
Everyone smiling in secret delight,
They stare at the White House and ponder
Whenever the wind blows this way,
You can almost hear everyone say,
I wonder what the king is flushing tonight?
What secrets are the king hush-hushing tonight?
The incandescent bulbs, they never burned as bright
I wonder what the king is up to tonight?
How goes the final dump as he wipes his orange rump
As impeachment's being legally prepared?
Well, I'll tell you what the king is doing tonight
He's scared, he's scared!
You mean that a king who hangs with Putin,
Loves his lyin,' stealin' and lootin'
Gets impeached in terror and distress? Yes!
An asshole who's so calm in sliming
Everyone who stops his criming
Faces the Congress petrified with fright? Right!
You mean that appalling clamoring
That sounds like a blacksmith hammering
Is merely the banging of his flabby knees? Please!
You wonder what the king is yearning tonight?
He's yearning for Congress to be burning tonight.
What occupies his time while waiting for the hit?
He's searching high and low for someplace to shit.
And oh, the expectation, the sublime anticipation
He must feel about the ugly days to come!
Well, I'll tell you what the king is feeling tonight.
He's numb, he shakes, he quails, he quakes,
And that's what the king is doing tonight.