You'll be fine With your ax. Gonna free the whole world from bushwhacks. With your cow And your plow, It won't have to be one of Rove's poses. Through with you Yes, indeed. We have gotten much more than we need. Feed your dog. Cut your log. This time it won't be one of Rove's poses. 'Twas your inning. Set the UN on its ear. No one's grinning. Terror is just beginning. Put the hen In the pen, And then wonder if she'll lay again. Put the pig In the coop But forget about pics of pig poop. Lost your tongue. Lost for words To explain what you've done for the Kurds. Took your shot. Came up short. What could you do but abort? No more suff'ring with Rove's phoney poses, moon walks in shorts Or elections that aren't genuine, counting on courts. Only photos of donkeys and mules To compare with those of the fools Who appeared in Rove's poses.
Music by Jule Styne To 'A Stephrn Sondheim Songbook' |