They say them liberal critters
Got their heads up in the clouds
They haven't got a clue to how
to live here on the ground.
They give hand-outs to criminals
Can't tell a foe from friend
They're scared of guns and gumption
so ready to amend.
But there's something we agree on
If we're all on common ground
You help folks if they stumble;
don't kick 'em when they're down.