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A Christmas present?
Not a Christmas present!
Dude anything but a Christmas present!
I’m beggin’ ya! Not a Christmas present!

“Give me my way or I’ll show my butt!
If you don’t do what I want, I’ll send a spook.
Give me my spoiled brat way, or I’ll play the nut!
I’ll rocket test and threaten the West with a nuke.”

The guy from the crime family, that son of crossbones
As well as the guy that was elected for blowing a horn
To make brighten ill in the head’s scowl and facial tones
Payed good cash to keep apart the rose and the thorn

“Those guys bought me my ice cream cone!
And Mr. Tammany Hall himself knew to keep me happy.
You haven’t called me and now -- a tantrum to be thrown!
I need to be burped and changed, and then given a nappy.”

A Christmas present! Is it a vase?
The U.S. is ready and tired
Of thinking of the worst case
It’s about time some Un retired.

Kim Jong Un is on his last leg, on his last leg.
Kim Jong Un is on his last leg, and if we don’t like the gift,
Because he didn’t get his cake and keg, he will see the shift
From getting his way, and getting the paddle most swift

A Christmas present? Not a Christmas present!
Dude, you really shouldn’t have.

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