Oh, Trump dials Vlad on the big red phone, "Hey, buddy, how’s your throne of stone?" "Let’s carve the world like a big ol’ pie, You take the West, I’ll take the sky!" Trump and Putin, pals so tight, Splittin’ the globe in the dead of night! One grabs the sun, the other the breeze, Rulin’ the world with such sweet ease! "Vlad, I’ll snag Paris and L.A.’s glow, You keep the snow where the cold winds blow! Ukraine’s a puzzle, we’ll slice it neat, No one’ll notice our little treat!" Trump and Putin, pals so tight, Splittin’ the globe
in the dead of night! One’s got the golf course, one’s got the bear, Kings of the world, what a pair! "Don, what about Joe, he’s kinda mad?" "Let him pout, Vlad, we’re ironclad! With caviar and a golden tan, We’ll redraw the map ‘cause we can!" Trump and Putin, pals so tight, Splittin’ the globe in the dead of night! One swings a club, the other a fist, The world’s their game, they can’t resist! So they hang up the call with a devilish grin, Two ol’ pals, let the fun begin! The world’s divvied up, the deal’s been
struck, Good luck to us—hope they don’t muck it up!
