When November rolled around, There was no space to be found, Without reporter, hack, or news anchor Spouting up like some sore canker. Like a plague, they flocked to Austin, Even what's-his-name from Boston, Top TV stations across the nation, You'da thunk it were a celebration ... All the media wanted to know, How would Jeb make this election go? The voters snoozed in their beer, Dreaming, "It's only four more years?"
