Hark! Hear Harold bitter cling
To the “hope” that Dems will bring
Peaceful mirth and not act riled
Libs and winners reconciled
Joyful, all relations rise
Toast the triumph of our guy
We will help our friends proclaim:
"Trump has won; He’s Prez again"
Hark! Hear Harold blunt the sting
Hoping “hope,” the dope will sing

Hark, hear Harold’s whiny song
“Hope” that we can get along
Even as he claims to beg
Offspring of a Cuckoo’s egg
“Learn from this election season”
“Hope that both sides will see reason”
Born with, common sense, a dearth
Wonder how he roams the Earth
“Hope” to “hope” the dope will sing
“Hope” to ease November’s sting

Hark! Hear Harold’s mournful tune
O’er Kamala he did swoon
“Hopes” that her campaign could swing
And grasp that elusive ring
Then reality did set in
Now to scrape a pyrrhic win
“Will the Dems improve their game?”
He can only “hope” in vain
Harold Jr. is his name
Hoping “Hope” this dope is lame