Ron P. don’t know that he’s through,
Judged by how he talks to you.
Of some of the pack ahead
Out where voters are corn-fed.

Oh, Ron P. beat Rick P.
And Newt the Fat;
Michele’s gone, Rick S., 2, but Mitt won the spat.
A sometimes sane man
With sometimes sane plans,
Ron P., show us that you care for reality.

Man, that guy can be cranky;
The Fed is his bête noire, we can see.
When he opens up to speak,
He is oh so full of pique.

Oh, Ron P. gets angry,
Ron P. gets mad—
Gives us big lectures about how we’ve been bad.
A sometimes sane man
With sometimes sane plans,
Ron P., show us that you care for reality.

GOP wants someone who
Can win in 2-0-1-2.
Ron is not the one, of course;
Could he be a stalking horse?

’cause Ron P. is cranky,
Ron P. is mad
In many ways, one of which is, he’s the dad
Of an insane man
Full of insane plans.
Ron P, acorns don’t fall very far from the tree.

Ron P., third party?
Ron P. . . .