Three Cheers, all is Forgiven

©01-14-20, Olan L. Smith

Ladies and gentlemen, the Trump-it has sounded,

Walk the plank all out of tune, jump up and down,

Hear the tune it is sour, may I introduce the hounded,

Walk the plank, jump to the sea, your legs are bounded.

There are sharks in the sea, they circle all around,

Toot-toot your horn, all those on the sound,

Toot-toot your Trump-it, on the way down.

The girls and boys will cast their dice,

And sing chop-chop, the little brown mice,

Toot-toot your horn, all on the sound,

Toot-toot your Trump-it on the way down.

Chop-chop the little brown mice,

The girls and the boys do cast their dice.

The realm is divided by threes, those on the right,

And those on the left, and betwixt and between;

A rowel is a coming it is certain, who will judge this fight?

The match is near over, and betwixt does so lean,

To the left is the judge;

To the left, they will not fudge.

Toot-toot your horn all those on the sound,

Toot-toot your Trump-it on the way down,

The girls and boys will cast their dice,

And sing chop-chop the little brown mice;

Toot-toot your horn on the way down.

People are happy, you can her them cheer,

The people are happy, free rounds of beer.

All is forgiven, all is forgotten;

Three cheers for the splash in the sea.