Mr. O, failing miserably to fly,
Wants to give it one more try.
"Mr. Putin, Mr. Trump, "En garde!"
He says, and pulls it out, the old canard.
He has no evidence but won't admit it,
So just says, "The Russians did it."
"Let it not be said I did not quack
About this treacherous Russian hack."
"17 separate agencies have said it's true.
So out, damned spots, all thirty-five of you!"
P prefers chess to feather-rattling,
So keeps his cool amidst the cackling.
"We'll see whose belfry has the bats,"
He says. "We'll keep your diplomats."
Meanwhile all await the new bird,
Wondering if he'll keep his word.