Ding, dong, the ding-dong’s dead!
The dippy, doofus dud is dead!
Ding, dong, the dopey dunce done died.
He’s gone to where all dimwits go:
into history’s spider hole
where kings are pawns and pollsters poll
to find the truths they’ll never know.
Ding, dong, the ding-dong’s dead!
Defunct is his deluded head!
Ding, dong, the drooling dupe’s deceased.
No more must we suffer his crap;
he’s now a lifeless, dried up chap
with worms for brains and dust for soul.
He served his masters like a prole.
Ding, dong, the dork is dead!
The dolt is dead! The drip is dead!
Ding, dong, the dumb dingbat is dead!
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