Oh, say can you see by the Don's early light
What so proudly he hailed at the Apprentice last screening?
Whose broad swipes and blight tars thru the merry-less fright,
O’er the sham tarts we watched were so silently screaming?
And the Donald's red glare, his bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through this sight that our nation is bare,
Oh, say does that star-bangled ego yet wave...