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Every Jew down in Florida liked elections a lot
But the Dunce, who lived over in Austin, did NOT!
"I know they'll be voting for Gore," he was thinking,
"By Wednesday the latest, I'll be back to my drinking."
Election day came and the voting was close,
At one point the Dunce even started to boast.
"It's the Dunce by a nose," all the newsmen exclaimed,
Even Dan Rather, who was clearly insane.
But was he the winner? Hey, not so fast,
Al Gore called him up and said "Dunce, kiss my ass."
The race was too tight to say who was elected.
The Dunce was so stressed-out his face got infected.
All eyes turned to Florida to sort out the mess.
But Moishe, and Herschel, and dear old Aunt Bess,
Were tricked out of voting for the one that they liked.
They poked the wrong hole and they joined the Third Reich.
The Jews down in Florida took to the street,
To complain about fraud - not to mention the heat.
The Dunce said something that couldn't be gaucher,
"This election, my friends, is perfectly kosher!"
Then a judge ruled each vote must be counted by hand.
The Dunce said, "That's not what my brother Jeb planned!"
His lawyers filed motions, injunctions and writs,
Demanding that Gore and the Jews call it quits.
But just when the Dunce thought the deal had gone through,
He met Little Cindy-Lou Lipschitz, who was age ninety-two.
"Why," she cried, "did you steal our election?" .
He just laughed, and gave her a lethal injection.
"Don't question my integrity," he said with a sneer.
"And give the chick's number to Cheney - his daughter's a queer."
He said, "Don't you get it? This is a national crisis.
Don't listen to the Goldbergs, the Greenbaums, the Weisses."
They say the Dunce's ego grew three sizes that day,
Unfortunately, his brain went the opposite way.
So here is a lesson for now and forever,
The People don't matter, I mean, have they ever?
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