The Night Before Election Day.
Twas the Night Before the Election, and all through Romney's house, Not a bank account was stirring, not even in Laos. The tax returns were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes the IRS would never be there. The family dog was nestled all snug on the roof, While the maid tended to the dancing horse, cleaning it's hooves. And Mitt in his car elevator, and Ann in her Cadillac, Had just gotten home
from ignoring the facts. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, Mitt sprang from the elevator to see what was the matter. Away to the window he flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of his newly bought yacht, Gave the lustre of mid-day to the truth he forgot. When, what to his wondering eyes should appear, But a fact-checking team, Mitt's number one fear! With a sharp eye for lies, so perfect in temperament, He knew in a moment it was the smartest of the electorate. With binders of Mitt's lies his enemies they came, And Mitt hooted, and hollered, and screamed out Ann's name! "Now Taggart! now, Ben! now, Matt and Craig! Now Josh! Grab Rafalca, Seamus and the maid! To the back of the mansion, dash through the halls! Now run away! Run away! Run away all!"
