(with my apologies, profuse and profound, to Hilaire Belloc, whose immortal words are used here in a context he never intended for them.)
When Donald's Chief of Staff was told That Don had been as good as gold, He promised in the afternoon To buy him an Immense BALLOON, And so he did; but when he got it Immediately he quite forgot it. It drifted till a T-man shot it, When, being of the dangerous sort, It thundered such a loud report That lights went out and windows broke. The Oval Office filled with smoke! The West Wing swelled with frightened yells That mingled with electric bells, and falling masonry, and whines, and crunching (as if sycophants had spines), and dreadful shrieks, when, worst of all, The White House then began to fall. It shook, as older houses do, Before it met its Waterloo In Pennsylvania Avenue. When help arrived among the dead Were fair Ivanka and Jared, The T-men (both of them), the fools Who guard the money laundry tools, Poor Stormy, the new "upstairs maid", And I am dreadfully afraid That Signore Boy-ar-Dee, the chef Has lost his cousin, Little Chef. Melania has come up lame, And Don, who won't accept the blame, Receives, as everybody knows, Kudos everywhere he goes. Moral: The moral is that little boys Should not be given dangerous toys.