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There once was a man named Tribe,
Who spoke out against any jibe.
Dictatorship he’d resist,
In this country he’d insist,
For freedom he would always strive.

There once was a senator named Lee,
Whose comments were quite hard to foresee.
With ideas so bizarre,
He would often spar,
And leave everyone feeling quite queasy.

There once was a human printer,
Who worked for Trump, no quitter.
Inside the administration’s gates,
He spilled secrets of debates,
In limericks, a truth transmitter.

There once was a rate quite high,
Since Jan. 16, 2025, it did fly.
It soared at a peak,
The highest we speak,
A record that reached to the sky.

There once was a man named Navarro,
Who didn’t like what he saw on the show.
“Why do we let anybody in
This administration,” with a grin,
He questioned, as the cameras did glow.

There once was a man from Utah
Who spent years in prison, what a strut
Now he’s back on trial
But the prosecution won’t compile
No death penalty, that’s the cut

There once were influencers with clout
Who took off their shirts to shout
They danced with a pole
And played a new role
With “thirst traps for democracy” they spout

There once was a sheriff named Bianco
Who thought that his actions were just so
He seized many ballots
But the court said “no gallants”
Now he must return them, even though.

There once were some officials from Ottawa
Who feared Trump would give them a bother
If they took away
His honor one day
But they stood up and did it with honor

There once was a prime minister from Israel,
In New York, he faced protests and a swell,
Hundreds marched against his visit,
While delegations didn’t miss it,
In the Big Apple, tensions did dwell.