This land is Trump’s land, it is not your land,

From Trump to the America island;

From the Trump forest to the America Sequoia,

This land was made for Trump’s family.

As I was walking that ribbon of America,

In the company of Trump people,

I saw great Americas where Trump grows,

The promise of the Trump plain.

I’ve roamed far and wide

And all around I’ve seen Trump’s America,

From the Trump Atlantic to the Trump Pacific,

Everything is just Trump.