Crouching down to lowly
Skittering about in the smelly
How can one hope to cope
With those so loutish, so slobbish
Gliding by a wet owl
Coming back from its nightly prowl
The sharp crisp of festive air
Biting the scalp of damp hair
How to keep ones mind nourish
And even seem to flourish
To deal with a new inaugurate
Whose mind is filled with so much hate
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