Another Way Round

[HerenIstarion]

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The President over the oakery
The President of molten fat
The servant of wooden bakery
Have gone from where he sat

His shoes have been downtrodden
His pipes've been snapped in two
His shack with flood was sodden
His creed gone to the blue

The desert filled his tillages
The sand mounts o'er the moon
Privation seized his villages
His lead is kept by loon

The lakes are dried in sorrow
The rivers're bleak and wet
All glee have gone from morrow
He's gone from where he sat!