pomes of buddy don: He Is a Crook!

He Is a Crook!

Oh ours is a land of laws, not of men,
Our freedoms fixed by our constitution
And our bill of rights, which we will defend
To the death – be there no substitution!

Yet though we spend more than all other states
Combined on our military machines,
We live as though we were in desperate straits
As if we could be blown to smithereens!

Is there an army, alliance or state
With power enough to invade and win?
No, Sir! For our freedoms to disintegrate
The attack would have to come from within.

And there is the danger, be not mistook,
For our leader admits he is a crook!