Oh dear Mister DeSantis

I found this in a comment (likely in WaPo) and I had to copy it. To the tune of Officer Krupke from West Side Story

        Oh dear Mister DeSantis

        you really are a saint.

You tell us what we can be

and hate us when we ain't

Our parents died from Covid,

they said it was a hoax,

Goodness gracious, that's why we're all jokes!

Oh Mister DeSantis, we're better off dead.

They took away our books and gave us twitter instead.

We got too much knowledge

it's hurting our brain;

that's why we're causing so much pain.

So much pain!

We're a pain

we're a pain

we're a royal pain.

In your nether regions

we're a pain.

My teacher was a dropout,

my pastor is a crook.

My sister just got pregnant,

my brother read a book!

The Internet's all porno,

The TV makes no sense.

Golly Ronnie, that's why we're so dense!

Gee Mister DeSantis, we're really a mess;

we found out our librarian's a guy in a dress.

We're not just nogoodniks

we're morally broke

so naturally we end up woke.

Yes we're woke!

We are woke,

we are woke

we're so gosh darn woke,

deep inside of us we're just plain woke.

The trouble is he's lazy

The trouble is he thinks

The trouble is he's crazy

The trouble is he stinks

The trouble is he's surfing

He's always on his phone,

Ronnie, we got troubles of our own!

Oh, Mister DeSantis

we don't got a clue.

'Cause no one wants a kid with a political flu.

Gee, Mister DeSantis

what are we to do?

Gee Mister DeSantis, DUMP YOU!