The story smells like a joke, but, as they say, a dared horse.
First person translation from English.

When I was at a visit with my friends, I asked their little daughter who she was.
She wanted to be when she grew up.
The President! The girl answered convincingly.
and wow! I said, what will you do first when you get up?
The President?
“I’ll give a roof over my head and eat all the homeless,” the girl replied.
Her parents, Liberal Democrats, who are present at this dialogue,
Just lights up.
“A worthy goal,” I said, “but there is no need to wait for it.
Until you become president. Let’s clean up the bag behind.
You will cut off all the weeds, cut off the grass and the flowers, and I will cut off you.
I will pay $50 for it. Then we go to the supermarket where
A homeless guy is constantly talking, and you’ll give him that money.
He could buy food and a roof over his head.
The girl thought for a few seconds...and then looked at me right in.
His eyes and asked:
Why would this homeless man not do all this work himself?
Getting 50 dollars?
“Welcome to the Republican Party, my little one,” I smiled.

P.S The girl’s parents are still not talking to me.