When the Blues turn over
The White House lawn's clover
To borrow, trust loan rate is free.*

Then Cal's Governator
Will cease to be greater
At borrowing yuan and rupee.

The Left wards won't spend us deep
In valleys of gloom again.
The Gimmies will moan and weep
In their own little wombs again.

When Barack's term's closing,
The might shifts, disposing
Our sorrow, busting Statists' glee.

The debt curve will bend, less steep,
As factories boom again,
And Jimmy Carter will keep
To peanut brittle farming then.

While the Blue herds wonder,
The Right clips their plunder
Tomorrow, just you wait and see.