I’ll show to him the courtesy

He never showed to me;

I’ll meet him at the White House

With no conspiracy.

 

I’ll help with the transition

In ways he never did,

And will not throw my toys about

Like some spoiled teenage kid.

 

And won’t pretend we won the vote

Or claim to have been cheated

And will not start a riot

Because I was defeated.

 

I’ll shake his hand and wave goodbye

When his car door is shut,

And I’ll curb my desire

To kick his goddam butt!