(Sung to the nursery rhymn tune of "Hush Little Baby, don't say a Word")
Hush little Facebooker, don't say a word Zuckerberg's gonna try to block your words
And if your posts they keep blocking No one will be able to say a thing
And if their standards you don't pass As a conservative you will be harassed
And you'll be harassed because of how you vote No one can then see what you wrote
And if they censor you in full Then they can pull over the wool
And over the eyes, if the wool pulls over Our leaders can become cattle drovers
And if those drovers put us in the dark You can blame a communist named Mark
And if our voice Mark tries to drown From somewhere else will rise our sound