Advice, Consent, and Dissent
During the campaign of 1860
a young girl wrote Abe Lincoln a letter
She told him he looked too boyish
to be Pres. With a beard, he'd do better
Lincoln gave it some thought and declared
She's right! I'm grateful someone cared...
Eight score years later, a brave soul told Mr. Trump
If he'd just wear a mask, his support would increase
But Mr. Trump didn't listen; he's no Abraham Lincoln
You know what happened: In the end he got fleeced
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