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Trumpty Dumpty Wanted a Crown
To make certain he never would have to step down
He wanted a robe made of ermine and velvet
The Constitution? He wanted to shelve it

With impeachment a wash, his ambition had grown
He wanted an orb, a scepter, a throne
Six royal palaces, six royal carriages
A church dispensation for six royal marriages

Courtiers installed on his own Supreme Court
And royal beheadings, if only for sport
He craved the occasional royal procession
And (gasp!) the eventual royal succession

Trumpty Dumpty gets his way
Unless the public has something to say
If we let him have all of his favorite things
We’ll have to endure the divine right of kings.