Song: Oh Maga Oh Maga Poem by Dave SmithWhite

Oh Maga. Oh Maga. We think you've gone ga-ga.
Morons at governing affray.
Oh Maga. Oh Maga. Like a sad off-key raga,
Mueller's ain't going astray.

Mueller's ain't going, and he ain't to and fro-ing,
He's got the cards but ain't showing, his hand anyway.
Mueller's ain't huffing, and he sure be ain't puffing,
And I bet he ain't bluffing, in pursuit of his prey.

Oh Maga. Oh Maga. Chaos is dada.
It's the art of the deal, and the craft to delay.
Oh Maga. Oh Maga. Can there be, nothing harder;
Than to raid the feds larder for the new lavish day?

Oh Maga. Oh Maga. The con of the carnival barker.
See the lord of misrule in frolic and play.
Oh Maga. Oh Maga. It all can get darker;
The enablers of fools are all men of clay!

But Mueller's ain't going, while the leaks keep on flowing;
Mueller's ain't toeing the line, any day.
Mueller's ain't slowing, while the facts keep on growing,
Mueller's ain't going away.

Oh Maga. Oh Maga. The choice can't be starker.
To live on your knees? What price will you pay?
Oh Maga. Oh Maga. Do you now doubt your ardour?
When thrown to the wolves you double down in your sway.

Oh Maga. Oh Maga. Moscow's agent gets armour!
He ramps up the threats in his showy display.
Oh Maga. Oh Maga. Build the wall round his lager,
Make Mar-a-Lago, the place to embargo,
Make Mar-a-Lago his last hideaway.

Oh Maga. Oh Maga. It has been quite a saga.
But Mueller's ain't going astray.
Oh Maga. Oh Maga. Oh Maga. Oh Maga.
Mueller's ain't going away!