‘Twas the night before the Inaugural

And all through the state Capitol

Not a creature was stirring

Not even a liberal

All the bunting was hung on the railings with care

With hope that Jay Nixon (et al) soon would be there

The spectator seats were lined up, row after row

While TV satellite trucks were parked, waiting for the show

Jerry Ford’s ball bandstand was already on display

That name the only sign of Repubs on this day

So as the Highway Patrolman walked into sight

He exclaimed politely: “Leave the Capitol through the door on the right!”