A little late, but: "Oh Donny Boy---"
Oh Donny Boy, the Feds, the Feds are coming
For you and all your minions---every one!
Your "reich" is gone, this truth it must be numbing.
It's you, it's you, must pay for what you've done!
You'll not be back. You'll perish in a prison cell.
And, you'll get used to eating off a tray.
But, know there'll be a special place for you in Hell.
The world will cheer when you are locked away!
But, though you're gone, you'll never be forgotten
From sea to sea, across the fruited plain.
Who could forget a psychopath so rotten
That everywhere he touched he left a stain?
And, you have learned your many lies were all in vain,
Though it will not avail you to complain.
For it was truth that proved to be your fatal bane.
It was the truth, Oh Donny Boy, you were insane.