Poof the Clueless Kerry, traveled overseas, And frolicked in the springlike mist in a land called Iz-Ra-Lee,
Little Barack Bama loved that rascal Poof, And gave him Secretary perks and other fancy stuff, oh
Poof the Clueless Kerry, traveled overseas, And frolicked in the springlike mist in a land called Iz-Ra-Lee, Poof the Clueless Kerry, traveled overseas, And frolicked in the springlike mist in a land called Iz-Ra-Lee.
To Ramallah he traveled in his diplomatic ride Obamie kept a lookout back in Foggy Bottom’s tide, Arab kings and terrorists would bow whene’er he came, Abbas counted chickens every time Poof squeaked his name, oh!
Poof the Clueless Kerry, traveled overseas, And frolicked in the springlike mist in a land called Iz-Ra-Lee, Poof the Clueless Kerry, traveled overseas, And frolicked in the springlike mist in a land called Iz-Ra-Lee.
The Big Lie lives forever about Palestinian “rights,” Like Santa Claus and Obamacare, imaginary plight, One grey night it happened, Bibi caved no more And Poof that Foggy Bottomer, he vanished from our sight.
His weird head bent in sorrow, green tears then fell like rain, Poof no longer went to play the terrorizers game. Without his life-long jihad, Poof could not be brave, So Poof that Secretary sadly slipped into his cave, oh!
Poof the Clueless Kerry, traveled overseas,
And frolicked in the springlike mist in a land called Iz-Ra-Lee,
Poof the Clueless Kerry, traveled overseas,
And frolicked in the springlike mist in a land called Iz-Ra-Lee.
