"Every American in America liked America a lot, But the Obama living in the nation's capital, did not. The Obama hated America... to America he was treason. Now, please don't ask why; no one quite knows the reason. It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight. Or it could be that his head wasn't screwed on just right. But I think that the most likely reason of all... May have been that his heart was two sizes too small. But, whatever the reason, his heart or his shoes, He stood in America, hating all the world's Jews. Staring down from his fortress, with a sour Obama frown, At the warm, lighted windows below in those towns. For he knew that every American in America below Was busy now, preparing to cast their vote 'No!'." So the cuddly as a cactus Obama (with termites in his smile and garlic in his soul) tries to wipe out America for the cheerful Americans, only to discover: "Maybe America doesn't come from the Liberal's folk lore? Maybe America, perhaps, means a little bit more?"