Twas the night before Fitzmas and all through D.C.,
Many minds were a twitter with thoughts of, "Why Me?"
The indictments were hung by Fitzpatrick with care,
in hope that some wingnut with truth he would share.
Laura was adorned in her stepford attire
while George was bogged down with his Harriet Mier.
When then on K-Street there arose such a clatter
that Rove checked the internet to see what was the matter.
The glow of the moniter on the dark night
gave an eery display of the upcoming fright.
When what made Rove's eyes to suddenly bead?
but eight full indictments with him in the lead!
On Scooter, on Cheney, on Bolton, on Karl, on all of the cronies in King George's rule,
tomorrow you will say that you are nobody's fool.
But documents will show that Fitzgerald has found,
that corruption in the Bush house has made you a clown.
As dry leaves before Katrina will fly and they meet with the faces of destitute folk,
Bush is looked on by most of us as a big joke,
and levees have broken and poor people lose,
You must choose between honesty and a big ruse.
Then in a twinkling we hear on TV 'bout WMDs and Yellow cake lies,
and the treasonous outing of American Spies,
and as i drew in my head and was turning around,
Fitzpatrick indicted the crooks with a bound.
He was dressed in a suit and looked really tough,
he looked like a saint with edges so rough,
Indictments he bore in his pages of notes,
a newAbram Lincoln with suave gucci coats.
His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples how merry,
his indictments as strong as a seed in a cherry.
His droll little mouth whispered nary a peep,
of corruption, corruption, coruption, so deep.
He was big and tough, a silent old giant,
and I idolized him in spite of his silence.
A wink of his eye and a nod of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Filled out the indictments and then turned with a jerk,
while silently studying the Bush/Cheney guys,
Fitzpatrick took on their corruption and lies.
He sprang to his office and to his team said OK,
"Let's indict them all," he said just today.
2000 have died for George Bush's lies
"Let's save the rest," Mr. Fritz proclaimed, "if not then my two years have been all
And I heard him proclaim after jailing the Bush Creeps, Merry Fitzmas to all and to all a