Who be that there with beaks held high
who chirp with glee toward festive sky
Who thus at last replaced their king
and now in corporate lauding sing
Their pigeon doth now reign and rule
and grant them all their bragging fuel
For squawking they in recent past
at former one who trod their path
That pelican their former head
but oft did they his ruling dread
And blast him with their colic chords
with mass did rant their vocal swords
For he must go that wretched one
exposed their soul and lies they'd spun
And now at rest with chirping glee
for he who reigns thus over these
Until at last they find his fault
and squawk at him in choral vault
To rid him of his wretched throne
to one made finer to their hone
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