I can’t believe the media
No matter how I’ve tried
Every time they speak, I hear,
“Your shoelace is untied.”
When they say to swing away
That’s when I want to bunt
They didn’t learn from Cronkite
They learned from Allen Funt
We used to treat the Fourth Estate
With reverence and renown
But I can’t count the garden paths
That they have led me down
So, when it comes to polling
There’s got to be a plot
I listen to the numbers
And can’t figure out what’s what
Kamala is leading
But Trump is leading too
I’m no Sherlock Holmes, my friends
But both things can’t be true
The Swing States are a toss-up
But New York could be in play
I’ve been through this before
And numbers just don’t work that way
Polling is a science
But it often hits a snag
Just like it did for Hillary
Who had it in the bag
They said she led with women
And they said she led with men
Bet your ballot they’re not making
That mistake again
It all comes down to turnout
Of that there’s no debating
Perhaps that’s why the media
Is vague and obfuscating
