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