A Little Phone Call Malcolm and Donald

A Little Phone Call Malcolm and Donald by Bob Moore Hello Donald That Afro-American President, lived there just before you agreed to take these Middle Eastern fellers from Naru they are a bloody handful, getting worser every day when you gonna send a boat, and take them all away A deals a deal out here in Oz, even if its dumb hope you will not renege, we’re still your bestest chum here in the Southern Hemisphere, and maybe in the world we help to fight in all your wars, so don’t act like a girl -- Hello Malcom I heard about that stupid deal, you did before he left a swap for some Columbians, you both must be bereft not sure which of them is worse, but one thing that I know there’ll be some heavy vetting, before you let them go Out here we have our own problems, don’t know if you’ve heard eight years of Pres, Obama, but now the people stirred they want to make America, the way it used to be no matter where you come from, settle in, and you’ll be free So nobody can tell me, what is best for me to do friendship, begging, threatening, its not all about you I have a land of willing soles, and if they work with me we will make America, great again, you’ll see. Goodbye