Drat them Sprats!
Take that, you Sprats!
Take that, you Sprats!
The groom's call'd
Mar-a-lago Fats.
His bride's too slim --
so-o-o-o unlike him.
The pair pull
nonstop flam
and flim.
Both them Sprats
love autocrats.
Both them Sprats
loathe democrats.
To prove it,
she sports golden spats,
while he dons
nauseating hats.
His kids...? Their mates,
though callow brats,
he feels will
"make great diplomats."
And when they wind up
on their prats,
they'll claim their counterparts
are "bats,"
then yelp for help
from plutocrats.
