With a little device,
Hey, Divide,
Gals and Guys,
People with plenty on him
still voted him in.
People who didn't vote for him
(and who did)
reckon Put-in
must have extra-plenty
on him,
definitely the last
businessman President,
and, as he's probably both,
probably the last
from the ranks of the genius and the great.
But hey, Divide,
Gals and Guys,
probably more
President Popeyes.
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