Gazing into crystal balls is not exactly science;
but how else are you gonna know who wins the Grand Alliance?
When Trump takes all his marbles home and Carson needs an x-ray,
all bets are off, the polls collapse, and Vegas bets go am-scray.
If you speak Spanish there’s a chance you’ll get the Oval Office;
but not if you can’t show the voters you are not a novice.
No more Bushes, that’s for sure; we’ve had those shrubs already;
the pulse of those at caucus time I think will be quite thready . . .
Poor Hilary’s got emails that she cannot now outrun,
and Sanders seems intent on banning ev’rything that’s fun.
No Ouija board is any good; but my hopes I will fasten
on someone digging up the grave of good old Harold Stassen!