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The Art of the Deal

The Art of the Deal

We’re almost there the king exclaimed

Talking to his leader who might be shamed

We are proud to have a deal with democracy

As the vulture and the bear smiled in glee

Laughing at the phrases of mediocrity

There are untold benefits for either side

The king boasted as he unveiled the bear’s plan

The precise details of which we’d rather hide

Of course the nightingale didn’t sing

Even though they had given her nest away

Yes we know there were accounts of rape

Pillaging and killing of innocents

The offenders will be pardoned by the state

Let that be an end to that debate

Fake news by piggy reporters at any rate

Of course women were shot in the street

But to sign the deal we must be discrete

We’ve turned a blind eye to make the deal complete

The evil bear did not have to beat a retreat

For the lion, bull, and cockerel were asleep

With the deal the eagle and bear can thrive

Their friendship is there to keep peace alive

I know the nightingale was not consulted

That is why the bear is not insulted

There are times you have to look the other way

Especially if the deal is to be signed today

Don’t mention ethnic cleansing in the deal

We must not hurt the way bears feel

Or mention any agreement we conceal

That any guarantee cannot be real

We shall not be mocked or misunderstood

Because we believe this is for the greater good

The nightingale looks on in surprise

For the king and bear only have dollar eyes

They strut around with great pretence

The nightingale sees through the disguise

Nobody is better than me at making a deal

Cried out the king demanding appeal

The nightingale sang something rude

To the effect that she’d been screwed

Copyright: David Hopcroft November 2025

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