From the Halls of the West Wing

To the shores of Tripoli;

I shrink from our country’s battles

In the air, on land, and sea;

No need to fight for right and freedom

And to keep our honor clean;

I am proud to claim the title

Of White House college dean.

Our flag’s unfurled to every breeze

From dawn to setting sun;

We have fought in every clime and place

Where we could take a gun.

In the snow of far-off Northern lands

And in sunny tropic scene;

But I really don’t think it is my job,

To say anything that might sound mean.