“Ode to Quatchi”
by Centenie Narusis
O Quatchi, my Quatchi
O Quatchi, my Quatchi
With widely spaced dots for eyes
You watch me
You’ve got perpetually cold ears
But that doesn’t compare
To paying off the Olympics for years
You clomp along in your mukluks
But your Olympic Games
Are draining all of our bucks
You have such a creepy voice
And for us who voted “NO”
We don’t have much of a choice
It’s cute you like hockey
But did you hear the news?
The economy’s kind of rocky
O Quatchi, my Quatchi
You and your little friends are cute
But your Olympics are as extravagant as Versace
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