The Goven

When shall We Three meet again
In electoral triumph or electoral pain?
The Goven, the Goven, the Goven

 

When the Town Halls all are done,When the Eight have lost or won,
Ere the rising of the sun . . . on primary day.
The Goven, the Goven, the Goven

 

I'm not that svelte, but I'm no fool.
I made Marco lose his cool.
New Jersey lately is fine and dandy
Even after Hurricane Sandy.
The Goven, the Goven, the Goven

 

Newspapers love me, editors quiver
And most of the Midwest I can deliver.
I can balance any budget with absolute aplomb
And while others are so noisy, I'm good at staying calm.
The Goven, the Goven, the Goven

 

 

Generals and admirals and diplomats I've got,
Plus I skewered Mr. Trump about his limo parking lot.
My Mom is a descendent of President Franklin Pierce
And esteemed by all as the Silver Fox, she
loves me something fierce.
The Goven, the Goven, the Goven

 

 

Double, double toil and trouble
Cruz may burn and Trump will bubble.
The Goven, the Goven, the Goven

 

By the (curse from the audience) of my thumbs
Wicked language leaves us numb.
The Goven, the Goven, the Goven 

Open, locks! Whoever knocks,
The Goven hope for multiple shocks.
The Goven, the Goven, the Goven

Uh-Oh!
And then there were Two . . .
The Goven, the Goven