Oh, Rahm, Oh, Rahm Emmanuel Poem by John F. McCullagh

Oh, Rahm oh Rahm Emmanuel,
the mayor of our fair Chicago town
The people here are stuck with you I fear,
Unless another candidate appears.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
one in three still think you're doing swell



You came, so well connected from on high,
and never let a crises go to waste;
To us the path of knowledge show,
by closing schools and letting teachers go.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
one in three still think you're doing swell

Oh, Rahm oh Rahm Emmanuel
the homicides are rising by the score.
Guardsmen called to enforce civil law
In places where police will go no more,
Rejoice Rejoice Emanuel
one in three still think you're doing swell

Oh, come Barrack Obama's right hand man,
From prosperity you will deliver them
That trust your mighty pow'r to save;
They'll re-elect you with votes from the grave
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
one in three still think you're doing swell


Oh, come, our Dayspring from on high,
And cheer us by your drawing nigh,
In Chicago folks stay home at night,
for fear of death and that ain't right
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
One in three still think you're doing swell

Oh, come, Desire of nations, bind
In one the hearts of all mankind;
don't deviate from the party line
til all Chicagoans are left behind.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
One in three still think you're doing swell