Oh, if my pockets would be liars
They’d say I hold much gold,
But, my pockets are true talkers
And therefore say—nothing.
Trump’s pockets would say, “Rich,
You’re richer than a king!
But of principles you’ve naught,
And so we say—nothing!
Dunce-ball to the inside pocket,
Inside this Trump—what’s there?
Much fuel without a rocket,
A fool that goes no where.
Oh, what is in your pocket?
It better not be trump;
Or else, like he, so “rich” you’ll be,
You’ll fall into the dump.
