Federal officials still do not know how many children were separated at the border from their families by the Trump administration, according to an inspector general report.
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Down where castanets do sway
and razor wire grows like hay,
the old folks like to sigh and say
"here children used to sing and play."
You look around, and cannot see
kids in the near vicinity.
It seems there is a history
of children missing frequently.
They say a blonde man dressed in blue
came through the town with his kazoo
and such a merry tune he blew
that children followed, two by two.
Their parents yelled and held them tight
and put up a tremendous fight,
but that blonde piper with words trite
proved to have astounding might.
"My friends" he said, "I come to you
because you need to take the view
that you must tell your kids adieu
while we are now deporting you."
"You didn't bother to apply
for green cards; that's the reason why
your hard work cannot justify
any kind of alibi."
"But have no fear, your kiddies dear
will stay with me until leap year.
This is to teach you to adhere
to our most lawful atmosphere!"
The parents did begin to swoon
as that blonde piper played his tune;
and underneath a hazy moon
the children with him did commune.
He led them all to barracks grim
with his hateful little hymn,
and gave them to caretakers prim
who all used a fake pseudonym.
And there they stayed, to fade away.
Deprived of love, forbid to play.
Forgotten by that piper fey,
who went on a golf holiday.
Their anxious parents, I must tell,
could not come back their grief to quell,
but were put on a carousel
and spun away to sadly dwell
in lands they did not like too well.
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