In a land full of glibbity gloops and zazzle-snoots, Lived a fellow named Trump with his shiny red boots. With his hair all a-fluff and his face in a pout, He stomped with a huff, “What’s the world all about?” Oh, the world was so mean, so unkind and so blue, Because Trump wanted things—like a big pond of goo! “I want Greenland!” he shouted, “And Hormuz, oh my! And a Peace Nobel Prize! Why won’t anyone try?” He sulked in the corner, his cheeks all a-flare, “Oh, the Fizzy-Fangle people don’t give me a care! I’ve tried every which-way to twizzle and twonk, But they just giggle-guffaw, and they don’t even honk!” So he planned on a scheme, a fanciful plot, To show all those Silly-Headed folk what he’s got. With a flickety-flack, he donned his best gear, And off to the world, he stomped full of cheer! “Listen up, you Glummity-Glooms and Biddly-Bops! I’ll take my great wishes and spin them like tops! I’ll make a big fuss, and I’ll stomp like a bee, 'Til you see that I’m right, and you’ll all bend to me!” So he bopped and he wheezed, he did fizz and he fwoof, With his heart made of zing and his voice like a roof. But the crowds just would chuckle and hoot with delight, As Trump danced around in his silly-sad plight. “I’m a winner! A champion! No one can deny!” Yet his dreams sailed away like a kite in the sky. For he pouted and pouted, my goodness, oh me! While the Zibber-Zabber folks just laughed with such glee. “The Nobel,” he cried, “will be mine! Can’t you see? I should win it for sure, I’m as smart as can be!” But the world just kept swirling, so silly and bright, And left Trump with nothing but pouts every night. So at last he learned, in his frowny-faced woe, That not everything’s given, and that’s just how it goes. With a twist and a turn, and a flapity-flap, He found ways to giggle, to smile, and to clap! For it’s okay to be grumbly, to ache with your dreams, But sharing a chuckle can burst out the seams. So if ever you pout like a child in a slump, Just remember dear Trump and a giggly good jump!