Whose sleuthing down the streets of Dem cities, lying to everybody she meets, whose faking out the minds of her dummies, everyone knows its Wendy.
And Wendy tells stormy lies, flashing her mascara eyes, and likes to see babies die, for womens rights, its her delights.
We can sing about Wendy, but there is fire in the eyes of her diehard backers who will try to organize a victory based on low turnout.