Obama at the Bat The Outlook wasn't brilliant for Leftyville that day: The health care plan was muddled, with but one press conference
more to play. And then when the job approval numbers died,
and personal popularity did the same, A sickly silence fell upon the progressives in the game.
A straggling few got up to go in
deep despair. The rest Clung to that hope which springs
eternal in the human breast; They thought, if only Obama
could get but a whack at that - We'd put up even money,
now, with Obama at the bat.
Then from 5,000 throats and more
there rose a lusty yell; It rumbled through the valley, it
rattled in the dell; It knocked upon the mountain and
recoiled upon the flat, For Obama, mighty Obama, was
advancing to the bat.
There was ease in Obama's manner as
he stepped into his place; There was pride in Obama's bearing
and a smile on Obama's face. And when, responding to the
cheers, he lightly doffed his hat, No s tranger in the crowd
could doubt 'twas Obama at the bat.
Ten thousand eyes were on him as he
smeared his opponents with dirt; Five thousand tongues
applauded when he rolled the sleeves up on his shirt. Then
while a cringing reporter lobbed a question from his hip, Defiance gleamed in Obama's eye, a sneer curled Obama's
For when the stimulus bill
came hurtling through the air, Obama stood a-watching it in
haughty grandeur there. Right by the sturdy President the
bill unheeded sped- "That's just my style," said Obama.
"Strike one," the people said.
With a smile of Christian charity
great Obama's visage shone; He stilled the rising tumult; he
bade the game go on; He signaled to the congress, and the cap
and trade bill flew; And Obama heartily supported it, and the
people said, "Strike two."
"Soci alism" cried the maddened
conservatives, and echo answered fraud; But one scornful look
from Obama and the audience was awed. They saw his face grow
stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain, And they knew
that Obama might get his way again.
The sneer is gone from Obama's lip,
he rises to his station; About to deliver a stirring press
conference to a waiting nation. And now the teleprompter is
on, and now he unleashes his volley, And now the lofty
illusions are shattered by the force of his own folly.
somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright; The
band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light, And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout; But there is no joy in Leftyville - mighty Obama has struck