Some bristle at his smirk. And think his grin's what does him in, But how 'bout being wrong? The bum we now impugn, Who acquiesced to Cheney's quest, Won't change his stripes or tune. He brays he'll stay the course, But voters may restrict his play With Rummy's token force And change his line of work From screwing up to doing stand-up To an Ashcroft song. Now that fewer love his lies. Our gift from God takes trips abroad Where to his surprise Most aren't inclined to be maligned, Applaud what doesn't work, Or admire that smirk.
Music by Frank Churchill |