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I was a stranger in this city – Boondoggled Texans was who I knew – And more than just a little bitty At a loss what I'm supposed to do. It's horrid when you haven't got a clue – But as I read about those duckies on my own, They ran a test of my testosterone. I pray you'll stay. Don't turn me down. As you may know They bombed this town. We had no warning, No smoke alarm. We didn't forsee 'em And lost the farm. Too long I pondered, After the blast, If Scalia's miracle Had been surpassed. Then finally We found you there Where you're safely hunkered down Despite insurgents ev-'ry-where. Some may wonder Why you'd leave A place like Baghdad – What's up your sleeve? But suddenly One's luck runs out, And the world's most thankless job Becomes by far the safer route. * N.Y Times - 2/18/05 "Bush Picks Longtime Diplomat for New Top Intelligence Job"
Music by George Gershwin |