Bedtime Stories

Every night before Donald Trump sent them off to bed
He would read Americans a bedtime story
For it had a lesson in it, he wanted them to know most sorely

The picture book told a story of him
Yes, the same Donald Trump
Tell me if upon hearing it, you don't get a goosebump

See, there was this wolf named DT
Who people thought was eating all the sheep
So he wanted to set the record straight
Before he sent them off to sleep

"Everyone knows I don't eat sheep"
He said, reading from his book
"And I just want you all to know
Don't want you to be mistook"

The Americans were the sheep in his story
And they'd gather round and listen
And as he read to them, usually his eyes would glisten

One he'd sit right on his knee
And bounce her up and down
And when the sheep was coming down
He's swallow her right in her nightgown

You'd think the sheep would see what was going on
For each night there was one less of them
But, no, they slipped off to their sleep
Secure in the thought the big wolf loved them