"A question! A question!"
The back walking cat cried.
"Who asked a question?"
"Was I," Jen replied.

"What's the matter?
The world's all wrong.
Where's the laughter?
Where's the song?"

This cat grinned a sly grin
Back from over his shoulder.
Put a paw to a sharp chin
And said low in a mutter.

"To find out the answer,
You lay out all of the facts.
Then start at the ending,
Walking back with the cats."

I looked at my sister.
Jen looked back at me.
Out came a brain twister,
"Its like leaves on a tree!"

"The names are leaf legions.
Far too many to count.
The facts full of lesions.
And not one I don't doubt."

"There're lawyers and judges,
Agents and spies.
There're pundits with grudges
And all telling lies."

This cat that walks back
Closed his eyes for a while.
"What we need is a new tack,"
He smiled that wide smile.

"Just a few of the facts.
Just a few of the names.
The ones you know apt
To fan sparks into flames."

"That's easy," I said.
Then Jen said it too.
Put together our heads.
Long babbled we two.

"Clintons! Bill and Zir Hillarity!
Podestas! Thin John! Fat Tony!
Stork, Page, and friend Contrary.
The Weasel AKA James d'Comey!"

(Stanzas 12-22 of 77)