To do much more than crowds enthrall.
If I may opine about where we're all at,
I'd say we're as solid as an old alley cat;
The Country's gone busted, and going on,
Ain't hit bottom, the bottom's unknown,
Got a new President, but no one knows him,
We can't see the shark, just the dorsal fin,
The first days are promising, maybe just,
He'll make a good leader, that's a must;
If it's all about socialism, government all,
This Country's gonna take one great fall,
Businesses will fail, jobs will disappear,
Panic then will overcome just plain fear,
But its possible, maybe, I hope, I guess,
Obama will do the job that will impress,
Hope is still alive, for most of us at least,
America won't get swallowed by the beast.
Now how much we believe that story will,
Determine whether recovery will swell,
Panic is a powerful thing, we've all seen,
Once it gets up a strong head of steam,
Then folks like a herd of cattle will run,
And the Nation, then, will come all undone.
Less than forty-eight hours since he's won,
Let's give the doubt to this African son,
Give him the chance to prove or disprove,
Before we decide to Canada we'll move;
Let us not give to fear and panic full sway,
We can wait awhile, until he's had his say,
Who he appoints, what direction he'll go,
See what Obama reaps and what he'll sow,
The man is elected, and fair and square,
We need to hold judgement how we'll fare,
Give him a chance to stand tall or fall,
Give proof to the rhetoric, 'fore we maul,
The man no one knows, only lies, deceit,
A man whose word is surely not his bond,
Promises us all to wave his magic wand.
His promises and proclamations run true,
Or as false as many now fear and believe?
Days ahead will tell, have we sold souls,
Only to be laid on beds of taxes' coals?
Let's wish him well, and pray, dear God,
Protect this Nation, and spare the rod;
Chasten us, yes, if it be Thy perfect will,
But get us on our feet, and sit us on a hill;
Restore to us, I pray, a real sense of duty,
And bless us again with creative ingenuity,
That America once again will surely dwell,
In the vanguard of technology's great trail;
It's up to Obama, new President of us all,
To do much more than his crowds enthrall,
To be a leader, but never the foul despot,
So we will not lose what little we've got.
Let's pray for the Country, and pray hard,
We'll not be down to biscuits and lard.
