There once was a President Biden/who money was always providin'/to fix all the roads/and public commodes/despite all the GOP's chidin'.
The South may never rise again/considering the acumen/with which their states restrict the vote/It's getting many people's goat/So companies both small and great/are leaving Georgia to locate/somewhere that defies Jim Crow/where suffrage never must tiptoe.
The trees are going, going, gone/falling like it's Genghis Khan/chopping down an army brave/not a single trunk to save/Too bad Treebeard ain't around/to protect the battleground!
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