Hello, Leahy, my old friend.
You chair this Senate group again.
New nominee for high court is streaming.
Her attackers insanely screaming.
And the vision that was planted in their brains
gives us pains.

Hear now the sound
of Sonia.

"In City dreams, I walked along
narrow streets, concrete and stone.
Beneath the halo of a streetlamp
I'd prefer law school to summer camp.
And so I received in a flash, like a passing ship
a scholarship."

Hear now the sound
of Sonia.

"And in this hard-earned chance I saw
Princeton diploma and Yale Law.
Back home in New York, prosecuting.
On the federal bench, I'm ruling.
And the senior Bush
and Clinton liked my style.
And so I smile."

Hear now the sound
of Sonia.

"'Fools!' said I to baseball men.
'Pay those contracts yet again.'
'Hear my words that I would hope are wise
from a Latina woman, not white guys.'
But my words
out of context they fell."

They mangled
the thoughts
of Sonia.

But the Senators will sort
through record, and send her to Court.
And the right-wing flashed out its warning.
We no longer care why they're storming.
And the sign said,
"The words of this prophet were
written on the Subway walls
and tenement halls."

Scalia, it's time.
Meet Sonia.