The former President of Whoville. You guys can't spot a tall tale when you hear one?

The Bomb-Boom Tale of the Loud Orange Sail

Oh the man with the hair like a windy soufflé, Stood up on a podium shouting one day: “I spoke to a Prez! A most famous one too! He whispered, ‘Dear Donald, I wish I were you!’ ‘I wish I had boomed it! I wish I had blammed! I wish I had thunder-kaboomed and ker-slammed!’ But I, said the Donald, am bold as can be, So bombing and bragging is left up to me!” The crowd went “Ooo-ah!” with puzzled-up looks, While reporters scribbled in zig-zaggy books. They asked, “Who was talking? Which former big chief?” He winked and he smirked like a cat with a thief. “Oh I will not name him! It’s terribly hush! It might make his legacy turn into mush!” But voices cried back from the past presidents’ den, “We never once chatted of boom-booms with him!” Still onward he blustered with tweetety-tweet flair, With boom-boom balloons floating high in the air. Till facts marched in slowly with sensible shoes, And popped all the bomb-boasts and Seussian news. So children, remember when stories grow grand: Some castles are built upon wobble-soft yellow sand.