The Big Chill-ary - a Slogan in Verse - Could it Get Much Worse?

We once knew a woman, known as Millary;
Married a man at the distillery,
They were matched, like Jack and Jill-ary:
Vote for Mrs. Millary-Kadillary.

Way up there on Capitol Hill-ary,
She went for the great big till-ary,
Once she learned the rote and drill-ary:
Vote for Mrs. Millary-Kadillary.

With her voice so loud and shrill-ary,
She sent babes unborn to kill-ary,
Then sent us the big bad bill-ary.
Vote for Mrs. Millary-Kadillary.

She downgraded our artillery,
Waffled there upon the grill-ary.
While her mate, he sought his thrill-ary.
Vote for Mrs. Millary-Kadillary.

We're fed up with all this swill-ary,
Yes, we've simply had our fill-ary.
Let's pick someone with some skill-ary,
Not this Mrs. Millary-Kadillary.

We don't mean any bad will-ary,
Not to feed the rumor mill-ary,
Just counting the days until-ary.
Goodbye, Mrs. Millary-Kadillary.

NOTE:

This may be sung to the tune of the children's traditional folk song, "Michael Finnegan."