there. fixed it.
The legend lives on from the Chappaqua on down Of the big lake they called 'gitmeadrinkee' The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies of November turn gloomy With a load of classified mail twenty-six thousand tons more Than the Hillary Clinton servers weighed empty That good server and crew was a bone to be chewed When the gales of November came early
The legend lives on from the Chappaqua on down
Of the big lake they called ‘gitmeanotherdrinkee’
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of classified mail twenty-six thousand tons more Than the Hillary Clinton servers weighed empty
That good server and crew was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early
This could be epic!