With apologies to Nat King Cole

Ramblin’ rose, Pinocchio Nose.
Why you ramble, no one knows
Wild and wind blown, that’s how your hair’s grown
Who can cling to a ramblin’ rose?

Ramble on, ramble on
Take the 5th, as part of your con,
Who will love you with a love true
When your ramblin’ days are gone?

Orange Clothes, Pinocchio Nose,
Why MAGA hats want you, heaven knows
Who could love you with a love true
Who can still cling to this orange rose?
Peace & Love, and all of the above,
Earl