Oh, Lester Holt, with your news so bold,
Take care of my dad, he is bitter and old.
For NBC, well worded wizards galore,
Don't let dad's news time turn into a bore.
My education, you see, a jest to him it seems,
As he dismisses true facts with dismissive gleams.
He says it's all just "internet hooey," a load of old cowsnips,
While you, Lester, with your gravitas, keep him safe from such gossips
So here's the deal, Mr. Holt, keep my dad entertained,
With stories of old, and news that's just plain.
For if you fail, and his boredom does prevail,
I'll be the one to hear his endless, grumbling tale.
But if you succeed, and keep him in good cheer,
I'll toast to you, Lester, with a cold, frost rootbeer.
For in the battle of wits, between my dad and the screen,
You, Lester Holt, are a king, news supreme!
