Mitt
When I first began I was quite a young man
with hair as black as coal.
No one could see direction but me
For President I shall be.
Today is the day I went Iowa's way
They stand and cheer so proud
I now have a chance to Political dance
And wave to those in the crowd!
I'm so handsome and rich
Holding tight to my niche!
A "shoo-in" I am "at last"
"Jest won mo" hurdle to pass!
Steadfast I am like a rock
Perhaps now I can beat Barack?
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