Frequent Flyer

He could talk the ear off a bear
And the skin off a potato
He could persuade you that the thing that smelled the worst
Was not a rotten tomatoe

His tongue was laced with lies
As it hung out of his mouth
And when truth headed to the north
His words turned the other direction, and headed south

He was always slick and smart and sly
And if you counted every lie
They would fill the River Kwai

Lies with but seconds in between
So many lies, you've never seen
His lying always caused quite a scene

Donald was the name
Of this famous liar
And when it came to lying
He was a frequent flyer