The hounds are all baying.
The President’s praying.
That all will be right in his world.

For he is now fearing
That Fox is now peering,
At tax returns hid long ago.

Now they might find that,
He thought at the time that,
No one would notice his scam.

He hid all that he could.
Much more than he should.
All the nickels and dimes.
And then all the crimes.

Misdemeanors he thought.
But when he is now caught
It’s more than that they will find.

For he is the deal maker,
A con artist, a mere faker.
With “High Crimes and Treason”,
He’s charged.

It’s not just the taxes.
It’s emails and faxes,
From the Kremlin
That are tied to him.

Laundry that’s not clean,
Will ruin the best scheme,
Revealing crimes so it seems.

Impeachment will start then.
And judgment will come when,
Revealed are his guilt and his guile.

He still thinks he did well,
But wall he could not sell.
And soon he’ll walk his last mile.