Humpty Dumpty sat on his wall,
A fragile egg, infected and all.
Bird flu spread, the prices soared,
But Trump said, “Cut costs! We’re bored.”
The labs were slashed, the experts fired,
Their warnings ignored, their efforts retired.
“Efficiency!” cried the king with a grin,
As chaos and sickness crept right in.
Humpty Dumpty teetered in place,
His shell now cracked—a public disgrace.
Eggs turned golden, too costly to eat,
While farmers and workers faced defeat.
“All the king’s horses and all the king’s men,”
Couldn’t fix what Trump broke again.
An infected Humpty will surely fall,
And take his king down with him all.
When Humpty falls (and he surely will),
It won’t be just eggs that tumble downhill.
Trump’s golden wall will crack and decay,
As voters decide it’s time to scramble away.
Humpty Dumpty, so infected and proud,
Keeps screaming his lies out loud.
“Egg prices are perfect! The best you’ll see!”
While families struggle endlessly.
When the wall crumbles and shells hit the floor,
The people will rise—they’ll take no more.
They will rebuild with stronger hands
From broken eggs comes a stronger stand,
Humpty Dumpty , just sitting on the wall
As he watches the prices that hurt us all.