Near Lord Bush, a gaping hole, Mrs. Cheney weeping. Dick was smitten by a mole. NSA was sleeping. He was cross, he was cross, Crotchety as ever. Seems the target was The Boss. That's where Bush was clever. "I let Cheney play the boss. That way moles ignore me. Plus I'm hardly ever cross. That way moles adore me. "Sure I sometimes listen in Just to keep updated. Otherwise I'd always look Like I'm still sedated. "Diligently we'll recoup, But one thing I'm betting. That's as close to being boss As yours truly's getting."
Music & Original Lyrics by Sarah H. Adams To 'Bushie, the Warrior Wimp' |