All Hail The King

All Hail The King

  'Twas election night in America, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; My ballot was cast in the box with great care, In hopes that President Clinton soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to se
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