The Ballad of Toad Lindsey (Graham)
Whichever way the political wind blows, there Toad Lindsey must go. Whatever he said on Tuesday, by Wednesday he no longer knows.
But the Trump ship is sinking and so down the chain little toad must scurry. And jump into political waters, all cold churn and flurry.
Whirlpools grasp and gales of condemnation batter
But Lindsay floats away scot-free, just like a lump of fecal matter.
And do not fear for our little toad Lindsey's lot.
For should another would-be dictator arise, why, he'll be in like hot snot.
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