Trump cowering in the basement of a darkened White House reminded me of a Walt Kelly verse I learned by heart as a child. Here’s the conclusion; .
The Prince of Pompadoodle
Scarce could credit a belief
His years might soon be sneaked away
By some ungrateful thief.
The Prince of Pompadoodle
Sent his every friend away
And sat alone, safe, locked alive,
To count another day.
The Prince of Pompadoodle
May hoard each empty hour,
But none can know; no word comes from
The silent stony tower.
If only !