Oh where or where is our Andrew Cuomo gone?
Oh where, oh where can he be?
With his governor announcement time so shortly
and his camapign treasury so full;
Oh where, oh where can he be.
Paterson acts;
while Andrew dithers;
his legacy wanes;
as budget pains wax.
Poor Andrew, like Hamlet, suffers the arrows of outrageous spending excesses;
while waiting for his inherited acumen to arrive.
And what shall he do in the Federal court action;
be something for the People,
or something for the unions and nothing for a solution?
Oh where, oh where are you, Andrew?
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