In a land not so far away,
There lived a group who'd gone astray.
Illegal migrants, oh what a sight,
Eating people's pets in the dead of night.

"They're eating the dogs, they're eating the cats,"
The townspeople cried as they donned their hats.
But the leader named Kamala, she let them in,
Said, "Come one, come all, let the feast begin."

But as the chaos spread far and wide,
A new leader came with a sense of pride.
Trump was his name, and with a mighty roar,
He vowed to protect those pets once more.

Into the jails the migrants were thrown,
With cries and protests, they were all alone.
No more pet-eating, no more night-time snacks,
Trump sent them home, and they never came back.

The cats and dogs rejoiced with glee,
Their owners thankful as can be.
No longer did they fear the night,
For Trump had made everything right.

And so in this land of joy and cheer,
The pets were safe, their tails in the air.
Thanks to Trump and his strong will,
Those illegal migrants had their fill.

So remember this tale, both near and far,
Protect your pets, no matter who you are.
For with strong leaders like Trump in charge,
No one will eat your pets, no one so large.