Christopher Marlowe, English dramatist and poet, 1564-1593, a man much admired in his time, wrote the first four lines below, but I feel certain that had he known Obama he would have continued the poem as you see it here:

Come live with me and be my love

And we will all the pleasures prove

That valleys, groves, hills, and fields

Woods or steepy mountain yields

The pleasure that Obama takes

In fantasies of girlfriend fakes

And bowing before Arab kings

While kissing lovingly their rings

Yes come with me and be my love

And by the very stars above

We’ll grace the world with hope and change

Don’t eat the dog, he’s got the mange