�� Twas the night before election,and all through the states
�������� no one was worried about recounts or debates.
������� The ballots were waiting,all tended with care,
��������� in hopes that a voter would soon be there.

������ The Bushes and Gores were all snug in their beds,
������ while visions of Inaugeration danced in their heads.
������ And Cheney deciding what tie he'd adorn,
������ As he tried to remember what Bill Clinton had worn.

������ Then down in Florida,there arose such a "CHAD-DER",
������ The lawers all went,to search out the matter.
������ Away to Florida,all eyes were glued.
������ The lawers have found a Y2K clue.

������ The judges were solemn,as their opinions they gave,
������ The votes will be counted,the spokesman did say.
������ Then what to my wondering eyes did I see,
������ Chad hanging and swinging,is that dimple for me!

������ With a recount here,and a recount there,
������ The people could know it would be fair.
������ More rapid than eagles,his lawers they came,
������ They whispered and shouted and called us all names.

������ Now judges,now counters,now voters and all,
������ Look what you've done to Florida State Law.
������ From the East to the West,From the North to the South,
������ Who is our PRESIDENT!...Will we ever find out?

������ As talk of injustice spins out of control,
������ The Nation grows weary,as details unfold.
������ So with the lawers, our time will be spent,
������ Looking for reason,or some intent.

������ Then in a newscast,I heard someone say,
������ The counting will stop at Miami-Dade.
������ As my thoughts were spinning and turning about,
������ Those votes don't count,they said with a shout.

������ Have a Happy Thansgiving,we'll all have a feast,
������ Start over tomorrow,no recount defeat.
������ The votes tucked away,all in a neat pile,
������ A pregnant Chad,we thought with a smile.

������ The ballots were counted,no dimples allowed,
������ just count the votes of the brave and proud
������ So off to the judges,votes to contest,
������ Some Chads are counted,but only the best.

������ If a Chad isn't swinging,or has no light,
������ They can't be counted,this can't be right.
������ Some Chads were eaten,some on the floor,
������ A Chad in the Bush,is worth two for Al Gore.

������ Some Chads were crying,please look at me,
������ I'm the vote of a grandma,who wants you to see.
������ I pushed and I pushed,on that ballot card,
������ made just a dimple,but I really tried hard.

�������������� After all is said and done,
�������������� No matter who or which has won.
�������������� I hear our ForeFathers say,
�������������� You all come back now, Election Day!