The Caucus 
 

In the caucus park 
A circus about to spark. 

The unqualified 
Wait and wait quite satisfied 
Beyond the great gate 
Of the palace of their fate. 

There, the Sons of tycoons 
By playing with forks and spoons 
Labour a feature  
Of building a bright future 
For the sons of earth 
Who to all good crops give birth. 

There ease the gate bars 
For the charismatic cars! 
The game is over, 
And the newsmen catch fever!