I just came across a song that seem appropriate for the season (election, that is)

The Prickle-Holly Bush -- Hampshire Folk Song

Hold up your hand dear judge,
And stay some little while,
For I think I see my (father/brother/true love/pres'dent?) coming
Right over yonder style,
Oh the prickle holly bush
That pricks my poor heart sore;
And if I ever get out of the prickle holly bush
I'll never get in it any more.

Cheers, S. in Seattle