Bartholomew Benjamin Beauregard Brown
Is the most amazing kid in our town.
“I’m going to be President!” were the first words he said,
Not “Mommy,” or “Daddy,” or “Hi, Uncle Fred!”

Before he was one, he walked boldly outside,
And flagged down a taxi to ask for a ride.
Then, B.B.B. Brown when he was just two,
Stopped people to say, “Hi! How do you do?
I’m Triple-B Brown. Your next President.
I’m canceling taxes! I’ll give you free rent!”

He campaigned for mayor upon turning three.
His platform was, “Pizza—Vote B-B-B-B!”
His parents would smile. The townspeople would grin.
Kids yelled to them, “Don’t underestimate him!”
Even our mayor said, “Cute. What a joke!
When election day comes, I’ll toss him my vote!”

Polls opened at noon and closed half-past eight,
The votes were all tallied. Officials stayed late.
“It’s final! We have a new mayor in town,
His name is Bartholomew Benjamin Brown!”

Some men were dumbfounded. Some women grew faint.
But to all of the kids, B.B. Brown was a saint.
His picture was taken. He gave interviews.
His election became the main topic for news.
When his parents were questioned, “Can your son run a town?”
They responded, “Of course, he’s B.B.B. Brown!
He’s honest and friendly. He follows the rules.
And in just a few years we’ll enroll him in school.”

A parade in his honor was held the next day,
On a brown-spotted pony, B.B. led the way.
The blare of brass trumpets. The piccolo’s trill.
The oompah of tubas. Drums boomed! What a thrill!
The flags were a-flying, baton twirlers twirled,
There’s never been a finer parade in the world.
Old soldiers saluted as he trotted by.
“We love Mayor Brown!” you could hear people cry.
Balloons and confetti flew all through the air,
Everyone of any importance was there
To cheer our new mayor, a boy of renown,
Bartholomew Benjamin Beauregard Brown.

All of a sudden the crowd stepped aside,
The President of the U.S. had arrived.
The motorcade sirens and flashing lights blazed,
B.B. halted his pony, raised his right hand, and waved.

“Glad to meet you,” the President said. “Please explain,
Why a youngster your age wants to win a campaign?”
“It’s a first stepping stone,” winked Triple-B Brown.
“A few years from now, I’ll run more than this town.”
“Harumph!” scoffed the President. “Well, I never!” he said.
He puffed out his chest and his face turned bright red.

B.B. nudged his pony and gestured good-bye,
The band played a march, fireworks filled the sky.
From the crowd came a shout, “Shows what you can do,
When you believe in yourself, folks believe in you too!”

Yep, you can’t do much better in our little town,
Than attached to the coat-tails of B.B.B. Brown.