I wrote this last April.
Uncle Sam, he went to see
Doctor Fauci in D.C.
"Doc, it seems I've caught a chill.
Can you help? Have you a pill?"
More politics than medicine,
Th'endemic Deep State denizen,
Responding to our Uncle's prayer
Approached the pulpit to declare,
"Destitution. Poverty.
House arrest for all (but me).
If you'd be healed, bow the knee
Till I decide to set you free."
Uncle Sam, he scratched his head,
Shrugged his shoulders, then he said,
"You're the doctor. This will be
Our epidemiology."
Listen, Uncle Sam. Think twice.
Scrutinize D.C.'s advice.
Ere resign to cures severe,
Second—THIRD—opinions hear.
Uncle Sam, he went to see
Doctor Fauci in D.C.
"Doc, it seems I've caught a chill.
Can you help? Have you a pill?"
More politics than medicine,
Th'endemic Deep State denizen,
Responding to our Uncle's prayer
Approached the pulpit to declare,
"Destitution. Poverty.
House arrest for all (but me).
If you'd be healed, bow the knee
Till I decide to set you free."
Uncle Sam, he scratched his head,
Shrugged his shoulders, then he said,
"You're the doctor. This will be
Our epidemiology."
Listen, Uncle Sam. Think twice.
Scrutinize D.C.'s advice.
Ere resign to cures severe,
Second—THIRD—opinions hear.