Trump: Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon!

GOP: The moon? The sun! It is not moonlight now.

Trump: I say it is the moon that shines so bright.

GOP: I know it is the sun that shines so bright.

Trump: Now by my mother's son, and that's myself, It shall be moon, or star, or what I list.

GOP: Forward, I pray, since we have come so far, And be it moon, or sun, or what you please. An if you please to call it a rush candle, Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.