Robert:

An ol’ cowpoke went ridin’ out one dark and windy day Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way When all at once he spied a posse from the GOP A-hangin’ from that ol’ mesquite his fed’ral subsidy

His pen was still a-fire and he knew how to spell “git” But an ol’ paint can’t outride a trillion-dollar deficit If only Harry Reid can head ’em off at that there pass ‘Cuz he hasn’t finished paying off creative-writing class

Yipp-ki-o yippi-ki-ay Cow Poets On The Dole Yipp-ki-o yippi-ki-ay Cow Poets On The Dole…

(with apologies to Johnny Cash, Marty Robbins et al)