The Gore is my shepherd, I shall not be in Warmth.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet, F35 free, waters,
3 he restores my Prius batteries.
He guides me in paths of granola-ness
for his name's sake.
4 Even though I walk
through the valley of the Smog of death, [a]
I will fear no evil,
for curly lightbulbs are with me;
your Peace Prize and your Gulfstream -
they comfort me.
5 You prepare a Vegan table before me
in the presence of Republicans.
You anoint my head with patchouli oil;
my cup overflows with green tea with chamomile.
6 Surely smugness and pretentiousness will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Gore
forever.
