Commodore Donald Quackstorm

[Verse 1] He came from the swamp with a banner of gold, Feathers slicked back and a grip ice cold. Promised he'd fix what he'd already cracked, With a crown on his beak and the facts all sacked. He said, "Fake news!" when the truth got loud, Built a throne outta lies and a base so proud. Tossed the vote in the moat, called the press a disease, Declared himself Commodore with authoritarian ease. --- [Chorus] Hail Quackstorm! The Duck of the Deal, Signed executive orders on banana peels. Waddlin' wide through a gilded parade, With a flag in his fist and democracy flayed. All rise! For the bird who broke norms, President-for-life — Commander of Storms! --- [Verse 2] He locked up the hatchlings, tore families apart, Said compassion was weakness, and cruelty was art. Turned schools into stage shows, erased all the books, Replaced scholars with cronies and patriots with crooks. He stuffed the courts like a taxidermy stand, Told the Guard, "Obey or be banned!" Took Cali’s wings and clipped ‘em clean, Said “states’ rights” are only for his regime. --- [Bridge – Vaudeville-style breakdown] Oh Commodore Donny, how grand is your bill! You bankrupted truth but you’re rich in will. You're the mallard messiah of moral decay, Feeding goldfish to lawyers while the world melts away! --- [Chorus] Hail Quackstorm! The Duck with a Plan, Tariffs and tantrums in a goose-step dance. He tweets from the throne with a wink and a smirk, While justice limps off doing unpaid work. All hail! The tyrant in feathers and flair, Commodore Donald, the nightmare in air! --- [Verse 3] He hosted a coup in a carnival hat, Sent birds to the Capitol, and called it a chat. "Go peck for freedom!" he cawed from his den, Then claimed no part when it all hit ten. Now the sky’s full of smoke and the eggshells are cracked, But he’s still in his nest, with the media sacked. History whimpers, but the circus plays on, As statues fall down and truth is gone. --- [Final Chorus] Hail Quackstorm! The beak never bends, He rewrote the anthem with alternate ends. He’s the cartoon tyrant with a pocket of flames, Renaming the country with gold-plated names. All bow! To the showman supreme— Commodore Quackstorm, the end of the dream.