Nowhere near my best, but I think it conveys the mood I was in facing such a nasty decision that day...
We wanted a tree so straight and strong
To hold the sky up all day long
Protect us from the heat of the day
And keep the storms' destruction at bay
But all we got was a scrawny bush.
We wanted a king to lead our land
To hold at bay with outstretched hand
The enemies coming to destroy
Our world so fragile that we enjoy
But all we got was a second-hand duke.
We wanted an eagle to fly so high
We'd barely see him with our eye
Our daily lives to so inspire
That to these same heights we'd aspire
But all we got was an unknown quail.
I wanted a metaphor as absurd
As a tree, a duke, or a national bird
But Bentsen to few things could compare
Til one thing gave me quite a scare
The last time we elected a hot dog Texan into the white
house as VP to a Massachussets Miracle, we ended up deep
sneakers in Vietnam!
And me a Texan-
It is so vexin'...
Reproduced here exactly 26 years (OK, and a few hours) later than originally written. It would have been far more perfect in a presidential election year, but resurfaced as mid-terms are this Tuesday, the 4th.
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