Come now, little kiddies; it is time for Uncle Trump
to serve you up some nice warm gruel here in your prison dump.
We're putting up more tents, you see, for all your little chums
who will soon be joining you to share your tasty crumbs.
Your mommy and your daddy have gone O so far away;
you will not be seeing them forever and a day.
But don't be sad, sweet children; for your prison guards are kind.
For they will give you crayons while you're thoughtfully confined.
And by the time you are released in far futurity
you can start receiving lots of Social Security.
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