On Seeing the State of the Francis Scott Key Bridge on the Morning After Halloween

Ohhho say can you seeeeee,
the bridge covered with TeePeeeeee
The streets proooooudly were creamed
with white stuff-for-shaving

Whose good sons and bright girls,
were transformed into churls
and the saaaaaane of the world
into maniacs, raving.

And the brakelights red glare!!
And skirts that show underwear!!

Gave proof to the might
of drunks ev-ry-where

Oh say does that sun dap-pled toilet paper yet waaaaaave
o'er the morne of all saints' day
and the caaaaaaaaandy I crave.