What Child Is This?

what child is this
who's such a pest
on Misha's board is screeching
whom sane men greet with laughter sweet
while betters fisk his bleating

fisk, fisk his troll droppings
whom wardens guard and needles sting
paste, paste he's cut and paste
this nave, this scum from Berkeley

he cries in such a loony way
out of his ass he's singing
no end of rear for those who jeer
the pile of words he's flinging

fisk, fisk his troll droppings
whom wardens guard and needles sting
paste, paste it's cut and paste
this nave, this scum from Berkeley

so fling him insults,
bold and sure,
and shred the bleats he's pasting;
the ding a ling who cannot think,
let right wing dons debone him

fisk, fisk, his troll droppings
whom wardens guard and needles sting
paste, paste it's cut and paste
this nave, this scum from Berkeley

raise, raise our songs on high,
the moonbat sings his dull goodbye:
joy, joy the troll is gone,
the nave, the scum from Berkeley.