trumpty dumpty wanted a ball;
So he tore down the White House;
East Wing and all;
The people arose;
They grappled him down;
They shattered his nose;
They tore off his crown;
They made them an omelet;
For everyone there;
And all that was left;
Floating in air;
Was a pale blue fart cloud;
Forever to share;
With all of his hookers;
And all of his men;
Who couldn't put trumpty;
Together Again.
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