Twas a week past election and all through the land,

Not a president was chosen and no decision at hand.

The ballots were counted again and again

In hopes that Florida the Vice President would win.

The governor had won it, or so he had said

And thoughts of his cabinet danced in his head.

While Gore and his lawyers and Bush and his too

Argued and argued about what to do.

When down in Palm Beach there arose such confusion,

As thousands of Democrats had voted Buchanan!

The box for Buchanan was too close to Gore's,

So Bush got the most votes. Should Gore have had more?

Then what in the nation's eyes did appear?

But thousands of lawyers and lawsuits to hear.

Faster and faster the lawyers they came,

With a truckload of briefs, and people to blame.

And then the Vice President said, and I quote:

"We must hand count each Floridian's vote."

The country then watched as Florida reported

Numbers and figures the media distorted.

The Vice President was weak, his chances were thin,

That in the end the Presidency he'd win.

The governor's aides confidently touted

"We've won the election. Votes don't need to be counted."

No one cared anymore who was elected,

As long as it ended and one was selected.

As they pulled Palm Beach County and counted again,

America knew it never would end.

Thousands protested the votes that were tossed,

No one would ever concede he had lost.

And the media debated into the night,

Whether the holes should have been on the right.

And so no one knew from the west to the east,

Who got the most votes or who got the least.

But the voice of reason calmed everyone's fears: