The Mountains of Whitlow

The Mountains of Whitlow,

on a morning in May.

The sun in the valley—

it's here I shall stay.

The meadows and rivers,

the trees and the birds—

a place of magic,

a place beyond words.

A cottage I fashion,

a cottage I build,

and soon I am working
in my own field.

 

If There Is a Devil

If there is a devil,

there is a Don—

bringing corruption before morning,

corruption before dawn.

All across the country,

and all across the land,

the devil is Donald,

and Donald's the brand.

 

 

Donald the Don

Donald the Dangerous,

Donald the Don,

Donald the Deceiver too—

All of these Donalds wrapped into one,

Just to make sure they aren't few.

Donald is one.

Donald is many.

Donald is Donald the Don.

One Donald, two Donald,

Three Donald, four.

You think there's just one Donald,

But really, there are more.