Misha for President
Hush little Donald Trump, don't you cry Misha's gonna sing you a lullaby And as he sings you fast to sleep he whispers "I'm the Overlord now, and I'm on fleek." Donald lays his head to rest Vice President Moose puffs out his chest From the side First Jensen says "We were never married, of course, but Misha, I want a divorce."











