How To Out A Tenant
That refuses to leave the lawns of a White House
My Mum had a tenant, a mole she called Trump And through her big garden great mounds, he would dump
Of earth dug right through till it looked like big hills It certainly was a huge battle of wills
But Mum had her weapon by way of a hose And so to the challenge she certainly rose
So down went the hose through the hill made by Trump And water it poured and hit him on the rump
And Trump found that Mummy was not to be swayed As he scrambled through underground mazes he’d made
He needed to rise and come out of the earth As Mum upped the pressure for all she was worth
And so up he came with his snout in the air And unknown to him Mum was waiting right there
She scooped him right up and held him very tight He squeaked and he flailed with all his small might
And then Mum would walk with small Trump in a box Out into the field watched by sly Mr Fox
She then would crouch down and put Trump on the ground And watch as he quickly dug down through a mound
And little mole Trump disliked Mummy for sure But for her and her hosepipe he came back no more
So if you’ve got a “tenant” you need to get out Perhaps give small women with hosepipes a shout





