Poor dear is grieving. . .ain’t her day.
Like Rick the mindless hangman, her time had come,
And that guy in time, too, is gonna turn and run.
We’ll see at least these two depart

Ms. B. goes: losing numbers;
Crazy Eyes admits it to herself.
So she is off to pursue something else.
Rick P’s woe: losing numbers,
And he’ll take more time to own
Up to the fact he won’t be pres’dent—
Best stay at home.

She had few friends in town, and yet she came
From a state that is not named Idaho.
She was born in Iowa, which did not go
For her, so she had to depart.

Ms. B. goes: losing numbers;
Crazy Eyes admits it to herself.
So she is off to pursue something else.
Ms. B. goes: losing numbers. . .
At least had the guts to own
Up to the fact she won’t be pres’dent,
So she went home.

It’s clear as hell, she’s not the kind
To run the country. . .cloudy mind.
And so now millions cheer—she parts.

Ms. B. goes: losing numbers;
Crazy Eyes admits it to herself.
So she is off to pursue something else.
Ms. B. among the dumber
Of the candidates; I’d groan
When she’d open her mouth and senseless
Things she’d intone.

Ms. B. ain’t ’ccrued the numbers,
Ms. B, a loser bungler.