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I did speak with Jesus, who then talked to God, And there's no way they'll let my decisions be flawed. So despite your nitpicking sarcasm, Maureen, We've recruited our government group sight unseen. I believe it was Jesus ingenious idea To deputize Baker to pressure Scalia. Otherwise where in the heck would we be? No I. Scooter Libby with pardon from me. To promise Scalia those vacations with Cheney, Why, good Lord, holy cow, you gotta be brainy. You gotta make do with whatever you got, Or damn it, Maureen, you haven't got squat. Take Rummy, the dumbest that I've ever seen, Yet he lasted, what was it? Some six years, Maureen? And by committing lots fewer, he got fewer killed. Even God was surprised that he was that skilled. Take Katrina and Brownie, one heck of a job. I hated to see him run off by the mob, But those millions we gave them will never get spent – And a few years from now… Guess who'll know where they went? Alberto's my fav'rite. Just think what it took To always insist we had played by the book, To always be ready to fire who he ought'er, Like himself when I needed a job for my daughter. Your wry comments, Maureen, have been making it harder To recruit for our group without virgins to barter. Who cares what Rove thinks? Please don't give it a thought. If The Post finds out first, The Times readers will not. My F.B.I. questioned young Peter T. Hooper, That braggart who cooked up those Scrambled Eggs Super, They report that his mommy has beautiful legs, But unlike our group deals in eggs and not dregs. So, Maureen, here's a plea from God, Jesus and me, Though we don't all agree that you're our cup of tea. Can you find us more Snows, though perhaps not as pushy, Who would also work well in our Scrambled Dregs Bushie?
Original Verse by Dr. Seuss To 'Bushie Holier Than Thou?' To 'Bushie's Alberto' |