A song for those who are tired of the primary circus so far
To the tune of "Seventy-Six Trombones"
Seventy-six candidates ran for president
With a hundred and ten more waiting to file
There were waiters and cooks and many sellers of old books
And some boatmen from up and down the Nile
A few of the loudest claim that they are socialists
Some fifty or more say they’re Democrats
And most of the rest say they are whose names are still in play
And a few who are completely bats
Now the Sanders pros will say you have to feel the Bern
Warmer now, warmer now, hotter than before
They shout it as their rhetoric is growing cold
Growing old, like it had done before
And the voters all in secret pine for Hillary
Tired of those who claim that they heed the call:
Professional contributors, six auto parts distributors
And two who really don’t exist at all!
