Trump reads these motown era lyrics written in 1968 about white people at all his rallies… But he says it’s a poem about immigrants. His rallies get very odd near the end, once the parts about Cultural Marxism and liberals destroying America are over, they ramp up this patriotic yet somber background music and he goes into this pre-written speil about how “they said no one can stop the border crisis, I alone was able to do so, when I built that beautiful wall…”

Somewhere before that, often just whenever he notices the crowd feeling low, he reads “the poem” as he calls it.

All his rallies are like this, it’s like a rock concert cult for geriatric lizard people. It’s very odd to watch, even just on YouTube the sense that it’s a weird ceremony or theatre comes through. It’s like something from a movie, or an alternative reality, but the crowd cheers every time:

On her way to work one morning.
Down the path 'longside the lake.
A tender-hearted woman saw a poor half-frozen snake.
His pretty colored skin had been all frosted with the dew.
“Oh well,” she cried, “I’ll take you in and I’ll take care of you”.

She wrapped him up all cozy in a comforter of silk.
And laid him by thе fireside with some honеy and some milk.
She hurried home from work that night, and soon as she arrived.
She found that pretty snake she’d taken in had been revived.

She clutched him to her bosom, “You’re so beautiful,” she cried.
“But if I hadn’t brought you in, by now you might have died”.
She stroked his pretty skin again and kissed and held him tight.
Instead of saying thanks, that snake gave her a vicious bite.

“I saved you,” cried the woman. “And you’ve bitten me, but why?
And you know your bite is poisonous and now I’m gonna die”.
“Oh shut up, silly woman,” said the reptile with a grin.
“You knew damn well I was a snake before you took me in”.