Truly Uly hears it said:
MAGA hats are white-on-red.
Through vines of grapes
I heard the line.
“It just ain’t so,” said I.
When rumor mills
“It just ain’t so,” said I.
When rumor mills
then ground it fine,
“deny,” I cried. “Deny!”
Then, fin’lly, out
“deny,” I cried. “Deny!”
Then, fin’lly, out
the horse’s mout'
Drumpf's h'rumpf, “I lost,”
was heard.
"'Tain't so," said I.
"'Tain't so," said I.
“You know that guy:
you cannot trust a word...”