T'was the night before Christmas, and flying through the air,
Came Sad'm Nicolaus, with long Marley hair,
Out across the river, from one of his spreads,
The ole Iraqi dictator, sporting the dreds,
Curled up in a rats nest, beneath an Igloo,
With nasty yellow teeth, and a hole in one shoe.
With a knock from the 4th, the old man did stir
To the end with a pistol, his memory a blur.
Of the scores he killed, and thousands he'd hurt.
Iranians, Kuwaitis and Israelis all kissed the dirt.
For the dictators fallen, at the feet of the Brave.
His victims give thanks, as they turn in their grave.
His neighbors sat by and let him feast,
On their own sons and daughters, to say the least.
For as much as they may, and for as much as they might,
No other countries were willing to fight.
Naysayers from all over bound together to say,
That the blood of our own was too much to pay.
Until one man, the son of a like mind.
Took it upon his county and said it was time.
No more sitting back and letting it continue,
The democrats told him "You don't have it in you"
"To see this through, it can't be done.
Your following your father, because you're his son."
"The proof has been doctored, it can't be believed.
Now finally they'll admit that they're truly relieved."
With a haircut and a shave, he's under the glass.
The butcher of Bagdad will have justice shoved up his ass.
As the rest of the world, and the Democrats too
Sat back and watched, talking crap since '92.
When the Senior Bush held back our tanks,
Democrats hailed it as a incorrect move.
What they didn't realize is the nature of Yanks,
led his namesake to the Whitehouse to prove.
That you old yellow bellies sitting back with grins on your face,
Knowing better you say, how it should have been won.
Then do it, we beg, please come take our place.
For Us Republicans are tired, of always getting it done.
Congratulations to the Brave Men and Women of the 4th Division and Taskforce 20! |
