Brave Sir Donald (w/ apologies to Eric Idle and the survivors)

Bravely bold Sir Donald
Rode forth from The White House. 
He was not afraid to die, 
Oh brave Sir Donald. 
He was not at all afraid 
To be killed in nasty ways. 
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Donald.

He was not in the least bit scared 
To be mashed into a pulp. 
Or to have his eyes gouged out, 
And his elbows broken. 
To have his kneecaps split 
And his body burned away, 
And his limbs all hacked and mangled 
Brave Sir Donald.

His head smashed in 
And his heart cut out 
And his liver removed 
And his bowls unplugged 
And his nostrils raped 
And his bottom burnt off 
And his penis

"That's, that's enough music for now lads, there's dirty work afoot." 
Brave Sir Donald ran away. 
("No!") 
Bravely ran away away. 
("I didn't!") 
When kids raised their mighty voices, 
He bravely turned and made other choices. 
("I never!") 
Yes, brave Sir Donald turned about 
And gallantly he chickened out. 
("You're lying!") 
Swiftly taking to his feet, 
He beat a very brave retreat. 
Bravest of the brave, Sir Donald!

February 26, "I really believe I'd run in there even if I didn't have a weapon," Trump said during a meeting with governors.

March 24, as the nation's youth descended upon Washington D.C., Trump was at his golf retreat.