Fairy tales can come true in the states that are blue
If your tongue is tart
You're the Bard who's combined Tutu-Darrow-Susskind
You're among Fine Art

You can crow of grand themes, wish impossible schemes
You can laugh when their teams fall apart at the seams
And wife gets more excited with each massing fray
Above the ether, off the chart score on Today

You've a glow that brought forth voters' pleasure up north
And in country's heart
For the pitch where you star is much better by far
Than the harder part

And if you should survive through February 5
Look at all you'll derive out of speaking with drive
Your cheerleading best part grew from a dead start
Since you spar with tongue that's very young yet smart