If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;

If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with triumph and disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;

Mr. Scavino, rather than another Snake poem reading maybe President Trump could do If by Rudyard Kipling? I'd also enjoy hearing him read The Man in the Arena.