• Dearest President Diedrich
    How your green fur glows
    I normally eat things your size
    And this my falconeer knows

    But I respect your wiseness
    Your weird and tiny size
    There is no hunger in my gizzard
    No intensity in my eyes

    I will gladly fly behind you
    And support your presidential reign
    As long as you allow me
    To preen your tiny mane

    No, wait, that's quite bizzare
    And bold of me to speak
    So just let me TEAR APART YOUR ENEMIES! twisted
    Until their last...tiny....squeak!
    blaugh