Oh, say can you see, By the Trump's early light, Whom so fawnly they hailed At the twilight of reason, Whose bright hair and dim mind, Thru the perilous insurrection, O'er the capitol we watched Were so rudely screaming? And the rockets orange glare, The bombs bursting in air, Gave proof to the right That his flag was still there. O, say, does that MAGA hat yet wave O'er the land of his cult And the home of his cronies? Plagiarized from the original by Francis Scott Key.