The Delano Lies in Wait

Mr. Coolidge
I’ll pretend to be your friend
I will smile from at my podium
When the moderator says your name
To alleviate the tedium
Of the intro to the first debate
Though they don’t know
What my actuary’s preminitions show
I’ll let it go
You can have this one today
Mr. Coolidge
I’ll pretend to be your friend
I’ll politely send condolences
When I hear what Harding’s left to you
And attest to your courageousness
As the obligation crushes you
«Four more years!»
Look who got himslf his own term
«Keep it cool!»
One you sort of had to earn
Run away
Arn’t you glad that Hoover’s got you?
Easy prey
Nothing left for me to do or say
Mr. Coolidge
I’m afraid your time has come
After everything we put you through
Do you think you’ll leave a legacy?
Will the things that you had tried to do
Measure to what Hoover’s left to me?
Still, I’m glad you were alive to hear I won