NARRATOR
One bright summer morning in mid-to-late June
Our president Trump was whistling a tune
As he whistled a tune with his tongue long and thick
With his tongue long and thick he sucked quick on his dick

RECEPTIONIST
Mister Trump, your royal highness, your bath is installed
You may take a bath now

NARRATOR
His receptionist called

TRUMP
I will take a bath later, whenever I please
Or I guess if I can’t stand the smell of dick cheese
Which I usually can, I’ve smelt cheese all my life
It’s smelt oft on me and it’s smelt on my wife

RECEPTIONIST
TMI

NARRATOR
They said then as they sat at their desk
They were used to Trump’s ravings both mad and grotesque
But a knock on the door interrupted their thoughts
And a grunt could be heard followed by three gunshots

RECEPTIONIST
Who’s there?

NARRATOR
The receptionist, with bravery unknown
Asked quickly to cover a loud D-Trump moan

FOX
‘Tis I

NARRATOR
Came a voice from behind the large door

FOX
‘Tis I, Toby Fox, on the tiled White House floor.

RECEPTIONIST
It’s not actually tiled—

FOX
I don’t care

NARRATOR
Fox replied

FOX
If this floor isn’t tiled by tomorrow you’re fried
I’m here to consort with the president Trump
He expected my hands on his flabby royal rump
Let me into his room. I can hear his moans now

TRUMP
Come to me, Toby Fox. With your cock you must plow
Straight into my buttocks

FOX
I think that you’ll find
If you spread his cheeks open and look deep inside
A mysterious number repeated aplenty
That happens to be seven hundred and twenty

NARRATOR
Fox’s stature was short, at least shorter than Trump’s
But he entered the room and grabbed Trump’s juicy rumps
He’d gained plenty of knowledge about how to screw
When rapidly he’d produced Undertale Two
And his address was leaked, his identity grabbed
And he sold his own body till it bruised and it scabbed
But no matter, for Fox was intrepid as fuck
A better man now, having gone through the muck
He inserted his groin into Trump’s waiting hole

FOX
Ugh, I should’ve waited before selling my soul
To that damned Andrew Hussie, for here is a swan
In the form of a chubby bald manwhore named Don

TRUMP
I’m a naughty boy, Toby. Just before you came in
I was licking so gently my very foreskin
Those acts which I lovingly call my self-fucks
For which I got a small loan of a million bucks
To increase my skin volume to make myself thick
For you know this thick dick used to be small and sick

FOX
I got fifty one thousand, considerably less
But what I did, dear Trump, I do have to confess
Was I made a great game that the Pope even got
(MatPat’s my disciple whom I’ve often taught)
So I think that my prowess is greater than yours
Plus you’re the one under my dick on all fours

NARRATOR
He slid in and then out. The receptionist stared
As Trump’s greatest moment was live on Twitch aired
For who was nearby and propped up on one knee
Naught but a cameraman named Andrew Hussie