Sung to the tune of “The Ballad of Jed Clampett”

Come and listen to my story ’bout a man named Don
Poor billionaire, always lookin’ for a con
Then one day he was golfin’ with some dude
And up from the hole came a babbling rubes
(Trolls, that is, real old, Texas devo-tees)
 
Well, the first thing you know, ol’ Don hears fanfare
Rich folks say, “Don, move away from there”
Said Wash-ing-ton is the place he ought to be
So they loaded up his jet and he moved to DC
(District, that is, reflecting pools and Sen-a-tors)
 
 
Well, now it’s time to say goodbye to Don and his orange skin
He would like to thank you folks for kindly voting him in
You’re all invited back next week to his Twitter feed
To have a heaping helping of his insanity
 
(Putin Puppet, that’s what they call ’em now,
Deplorable bloke, Y’all stop thinking now, hear?)