PRINCESS FAUXAHONTAS CROCKAGAWEEA
On the bank of the Charles river,
Stood the home-made Indian maid.
But on the Potomac river,
Stood the office that she craved.
Fauxahontas was her name,
Such a sorry sight to see.
And the truth? It was not in her,
Tho’ a senator she wanted to be.
Fauxahontas loved Affirmative Action,
With a love big as the sky.
Yes she loved the gub’mint money,
With a love that couldn’t die.
She couldn’t make it on her own,
To the Harvard job she eyed.
The way was just too hard she moaned,
But she got it when she lied.
In the cloisters of old Cambridge,
She was safe from prying eyes.
When she tried to leave the college,
They uncovered her disguise.
“I am a Cherokee maiden” cried she,
“See my cheekbones, hear my tale.
How dare you commonfolk doubt me!”
But she complained to no avail.
The commonfolk did hue and cry,
“This imposter is not a Cherokee!
She made it up, she told a lie,
No Indian maid is she.”
Still on the bank of river we see,
The false Indian maiden so bold.
“It’s not a lie!” she screams her plea,
“If you believe it when it’s told.”
Cherokee Maiden now famous as Minnehaha, promise to make Obama tipi warm at night since Reggie Love had to leave town in heap big hurry.