Seems Like Yesterday
Washington.
What a name (and fame) to muse upon!
He’s Mount Rushmore’s oldest mastodon.
Oh, I believe in Washington.
Slavery.
Owning humans came so easily.
Handed ten while still in puberty,
Oh, George was into property.
He had rotten teeth
(underneath, the gums were good):
and his dental plate
(so ornate!) was made of wood.
Dish the dirt.
Fifty years it took to deconvert:
Redcoat George decided to desert,
as British as the mini-skirt.
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