By Jim Heffernan
There once was a Palin named Sarah,
Who fiddled a lot with her hair-ah,
Sometimes she wore bangs,
Above her sharp fangs,
Just like she did as a mayor-ah.
Now the Palin named Sarah is Gov.,
Of a state every hunter can love,
She shot down a moose,
Then cooked her own goose,
Asking for help from above.
Sarah Palin is always dressed nicely
In duds she’ll discuss only icily,
To lip-gloss the head,
Of a bulldog, speaking precisely.