Through Washington’s most storied home,
Wherein the ghosts of purpose roam
I hear First Ladies, fine and fair
Take note of changes in the air
The walls of their beloved mansion
Reverberate with new expansion
Abigail is first to speak
(She barely lived there for a week)
Perhaps the building’s finest spouse
She fought with an unfinished house
“I think we all deserve a new room
I hung my laundry in the Blue Room”
Now listen to beloved Bess,
“When I lived there it was a mess
With renovation incomplete
We had to move across the street”
And Lady Bird, she beams with pride
To see the building beautified
“The critics are all false and phony”
Says Dolly M. (who served spumoni)
Even Jill has time to vent
“When I ran things, we pitched a tent
And those things cost a lot to rent.”
They all agree, by gosh, by God
There goes a smiling Mary Todd
“This is the room the old barn needed
With it, the South wouldn’t have seceded
I know that Edith Wilson thinks
A ballroom would be fun
But she didn’t have time to comment
There’s a government to run
From those who pulled down statues
Never Trumpers and the Squad
I find it so amazing
That they weep for a facade