A swagger so tight, and oh so fine
A smile so charming it will blow your mind
A demeanor so sweet and so divine
A power so subtle, it’s like a fine wine
A layup so smooth and a defense so swift
A strategy so profound the opponents are miffed
They call him, Mr. President
If you are ruthless enough, you may cut his lip
And cause him to pause, but he will never trip
Because he’s cool, he’s calm, he’s collected
Always on time, with a strong foundation
That’s never far behind. He built it that way.
He is the rock, upon which they stand,
They are his supporters, forever raising their hands
To cheer him on to the promise land
Because the “Dream” has become reality
And United We Stand, Divided We Will Fall
Take heed my brother and answer the call!
They call him Mr. President
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