Oh, Sarah. My Sarah. Wasilla's church belle
Sent down from heaven to reek hell
Sparkling eyes that did not blink
When called forth from hockey rink

Mother four times, or maybe five
Convinced a zygote is already alive
Small town values are not as wild
Who cares if Bristol is with child?

Or if Track missed one school bus
Sarah, my Sarah you are such a plus
From the 49th state comes a new Lady MacBeth
At least Wasilla's produced something other than Crystal Meth

Our Northern Star shining so bright
With tongue certain to incite
A blessed event we did get
Not even the Magi did bother to vet

A Maverick's Maverick; a fresh face
A beauty queen, well second place
SportsCenter dreams could never hold
Ambition so great you broke the mold

From PTA to the halls of power
You did not blanche. You did not cower
No bridge to nowhere could halt your quest
Our Sarah knows the drill of politics' west

With folksy charm and icy look
How can you read a burning book?
Or grab an earmark while in stilettos
Our Pinnochio with no Gepetto

Dressing moose is a fine hobby
'Til you started playing the lobby
In these pursuits you need no proctor
Just assuring hands of your witch doctor

From shooting wolves from copter
To shooting down career coppers
Charms so plenty I dare not mention
The dance you dance with secession

Policies foreign that need some fixin'
And abuse of power? That is so Nixon!
This power grab is more than I can handle
Who comes to Washington already in scandal?

A new world vision sets the Baring Straight
Don't think that wink did not grate
Even the pundits stopped their kudos
From your porch you saw Putin doing Judo?

Oh Sarah, our Sarah, the wind beneath our wings
Inciting mobs with your terrorist zings
To paraphrase a poet; one we all should know
You don't need to be a weatherman to knows which way your wind blows

So I speak for all, just one more kiss
My perky Huey Long with a pinch with Icarus
So high. So fast. Red States turn Blue
Soon back to Nome with Dude One or Dude Two

Oh, Sarah, our Sarah I hardly know thee
But know what I do, you kind of scare me
Enjoy the crowds who you make shout
Don't let the door hit you on the way out