Ode To Ken "Kenny Boy" Lay (To be sung to the tune of "Danny Boy")
By Madeleine Begun Kane
Oh Kenny Boy, the jails, the jails are calling,
From state to state, and through the world so wide.
The money's gone, and all the chips are falling,
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and you must hide.
But come ye back when lawmen stop their yam'ring,
Or when the Dems are hushed and eating crow.
'Tis I'll be there in office or in Crawford,
Oh Kenny Boy, oh Kenny Boy, I love you so.
But if you're jailed, and I am in the Oval,
If I'm still Prez, as Prez I expect to be,
Don't come and ask for favors or a pardon,
Don't kneel and say a rescue plea to me.
For I shan't hear, tho' loud you beg before me,
Though all I craved you gladly gave to me.
You'll have to fend without me if you love me,
And you will keep your peace, so I stay Prez and free.
