'Twas five nights to the election and all through the town all the elitist dobees in shock by a threat to the crown.

The pride signs were paid for by taxpayers with care so Doherty matched his signs in a brazen boy dare.  

The Dobees were nestled but awake in their beds while visions of unemployemnt danced in their heads.

And Spindarella in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
had just melted our brains from reading the fishwrap.  

When out on the bill board there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my brain melt to see what was the matter.
I looked up in awe the face covered with splatter someone had defaced alex with paint and a ladder.  

With a negatve add so witty and quick i knew in a moment it was Mitchell the Di&K. 

More rapid than eagles, his tv spots they came, his desparate nature made them seem rather lame.

But Gary stuck to his guns and he produced facts

Doherty lied about assets and lowering our tax

Doherty charged our kids for the pool while making his friends rich turns out mayor Doherty was one son of a bytch 

"Now Greco! Now Hickey!
Now, McFlipper and Pocius On, (red) McCandrew! On Sara!
On, Williams and Fiorini
To the top of the porch!
To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!" 
 

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
The Dobees they thought they had the day in the bag but they didnt expect the effect of the rag

The people it seems were not really that dumb. They watched 61 and they had seen it so clear. Doherty did not deseve one more year.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
the prancing and pawing of some little goof.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
down the chimney Scopelitti came with a bound.

 He was dressed all in green, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes covered in Doherty buttons were all tarnished with soot.
A bundle of resumes he had flung on his back,
and he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

 His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, he was really a fairy!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the dribble on his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pucker he held tight in his teeth,
and the aroma of ass encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

 He was chubby and plump, and in love with himself,
and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
soon gave me to know he had something to dread. 

He spoke not a word, but then went straight to his work,
he lobbied Gary for a job and called the mayor a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose, he wipped off the brown and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

 He sprang to his taxpayer funded car, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,

"When Doherty loses the election I'll be alright !"