If you aren’t familiar with the tune, here it is, but be warned, it will be droning on in your head for the rest of the day.
“‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers”
by Emily Dickinson
Hopey, hopey, hopey, hopey,
Feathered thing when I am mopey,
Perched in my soul—man, I hope she
Never stops singing at all!
Sweetest in the gale is heard,
Not even storms can stop this bird,
Keeps you warm, despair deferred,
I love my sister-in-law!
I think I’ll stay in tonight, my room rules!
Gettysburg Address
by Abraham Lincoln
Lincoln, Lincoln, Lincoln, Lincoln,
Eighty-seven years ago our forefathers were thinkin’,
We’ll bring forth a new nation; now it’s shrinkin’,
We’re in a Civil War!
The world won’t note what we say here today,
(I’m just being modest, okay?),
But can’t forget the price that they paid,
My wife’s middle name is Todd!
In the USA, you can’t break away. I’m gay!