Twas the night before victory, when all through the land,
Our enemies lay quiet, just as we planned.
The ballots were cast by voting with care,
In hopes that our Leader soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Democrats danced in their heads;
And me in my nightgown and cat in my lap,
Had just settled down for a long evening nap.
When out on the lawn there rose such a clatter,
I sprang from my nap like a silly mad hatter.
Straight to the window I flew in a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the crest of the new-fallen snow
Shed light on the people standing below.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a man named Obama whose vision was clear.
With a spry fellow partner, so lively and quick,
(No, it wasn’t the one who makes us all sick!)
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
We smiled and we cheered and we called them by name:
Warren Buffett, Donna Brazile and Hillary too,
Ed Kennedy, Al Gore and now Colin Powell.
To the top of the Mountain, then top of the world,
We watched ever proudly as the story unfurled
Like dry leaves before cold winds they do fly,
When met with obstacles, they mount to the sky.
So up to the moon the coursers they flew
With hearts full of hope, and the courage they knew.
And then, with a twinkling, I heard to my right
The dancing and singing of moose in the night.
They were dressed all in fur, from their head to their feet,
And their coats were all shiny in the light from the street.
A look in the eye and a twist of the head
Soon let me know we have nothing to dread;
Imagine my heart as I heard them exclaim,
No Palin, no whal’in and no John McSame!
And here’s what they said as they strolled out of sight:
Victory for all and for all a good night!