That old chap Chaplin
The Chinese want for president,
Chopped a checkered checkmate
With churlish, cheeky guile.
Swam as open fish-bait--
Silly, loose, bile.
That old chap Chaplin
The Chinese rightly chose,
Stuck a sticky slogan
With a silent, sleepy sigh.
Carried a frozen program--
Melting, rain, high.
That old chap Chaplin
The Chinese much adore
Hacked a hackneyed story
With ham-handed hush
Struck a tender worry--
Cringe, face, flush.
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