There once was a lad with initials DT
Who had a great talent you'll come to agree
You must understand the great pathos
That formed this dear lad who's the agent of chaos
Whatever he looked at whatever he saw
He found opportunity open and raw
He knew where to look to find its greatest flaw
In the case of America? Well it was the law
Of the law you will see he was full of distain
He hated so much that it seeped from his brain
So he went to the swamp and said "This I must drain"
And the people said "no" but he wouldn't refrain
And although we all knew it we couldn't resist
Was it the color of his hair or the size of his fist?
And he was quite open on all of his trysts
But it only made people join into his midst
He was purely chaos and exuded the aura
Didn't care for the Bible or even the Torah
Didn't care for the fauna or all of the flora
He looked like he'd come straight from Gomorrah
But you must understand that this simply was he
He wasn't a mouse or a bird or a bee
He wasn't a guy who would climb up a tree
He loved making chaos and did it with glee