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With ear to the ground Who listens the most? Who listens to THEM? The High Priestess of Post! It's an overdue crisis these Rummydums face, Yet another debacle for Chief Rummydum Pace. It dates back to Franks, prob'ly even before With Rummydum Gen'rals conned into going to war. Ugly and trumped up should have loomed large. Because this time the con was the second in charge, But the Priestess discovered the Rummydum drill Was ignoring Dick's lies and the hospital bill. Unprepared at the time – unprepared even now, Yet Bushie not knowing? No way? Holy cow! Both Bushie and Cheney with egg on the face – Yet no one's suggesting they can Rummydum Pace? They got rid of Rummy. Now let's strip a few stars. Give Rummydums didies and dump 'em on Mars. When Gen'rals ignore who they're generals of, They shouldn't be ranked even one cut above The folks they're commanding, our crème de la crème, Our fighters they casually refer to as THEM. "As long as we Rummydums keep getting ours, More stars on our shoulders and longer lunch hours, Let THEM face the danger. Let THEM fight the war. If someone shoots THEM, we'll simply send more." So who is listening But The Priestess of Post? She says, "Treat THEM better Or it's Rummydum Toast." "But we're doing just fine, O' High Priestess of Post. Concern for ourselves must remain uppermost. We can't let you sully our good reputations, Or how can we give ourselves more decorations? "Two stars get a chestful – three stars even more – Four stars and most Rummydums head for the door. Yet five stars get ribbons plus a Parisian whore, So why mess around with what's worked well before? "We neglected to train for house to house fighting, Or prisoner photos with adequate lighting, But we hope that you're blaming THEM who can't do it, Not us planners back home who apparently blew it. "Mold in the out-patient quarters? Blame who? Why, the non-coms we failed to supply Lysol to! Rats running around? Someone's feeding them Skippy, Or over-prescibing fresh generic Catnippy! "We can't be expected to know about cats When the far greater danger is Bush Bureaucrats Cutting back reimbursements to THEM who get hurt, And all because Bushie is losing his shirt On a war that was projected to pay for itself. Is Bushie's tooth fairy an indigent elf?" So turn up the heat O' High Priestess of Post. We're looking forward to Rummydum Toast.
Original Verse by Dr. Seuss To 'Bushie's Generals' |