T'was the night before Impeachment, and all through the House
republicans were trembling, their leader, a mouse
that scurried and scampered, laying blame where he pause
the droppings of vermin, require no cause
to clean up, is all that is left, here to do
we wait here now patiently, as janitors too
No point in cleanup til the filths reasons done
so break out the mops, and settle in Sons

And Daughters as such, of Libertys' Ones
By now, it is well on in the race
we look at bush now, don't much like his face
he whips his animals, to garnish him speed
the poor fool to point, know not what he need

"On cheney, on rumsfeld, on condi, on brownie"
we'll rob this Country blind, or I'm not a crownie*
we'll sell off all things that make shiny baubles
americans so dumb, they know not their foibles
and trust me they do, or at least last time I checked
I am so happy to have, the support of the sects

Well.. let's credit him perception
he knows his trade, that of deception
we only hope to have his sorry evening pass
of constant war and 3 dollar gas
and while he lurks at our behest
we plan impeachment, it is for the best.

*crownie: person loyal to the crown (british corporate imperialism) and its predispostion to theft via colonialism, legalism, and simple piracy.