Young At Heart.
They zoomed, they focused, the cameras rolled,
In the background a puerile performance began to unfold,
Beaming, Donald triumphantly drank in the acclaim of his peers
As behind him blank-faced young son Barron looked bored to tears.
Dressed up in a suit and tie,
You had to feel for the little guy,
He looked like he could do with a nap
When Donald stepped up and opened his trap.
Evil media, leave Don’s son alone,
That poor little Ba- Barron is barely grown,
Don’t highlight the childish antics of the little one
Don’s just handing down immaturity, from father to son.