Happy Birth-daaaay Mr. Pres-i-deeeeeent...
Who's birthday his wife was to push
On donor's who think
He might need a drink
Or perhaps just a smack on the tush
So the RNC's hitting the faithful
With policies some find quite hateful
Bush stirs up the base
While making the case
For November, when they can be grateful
But his sixtieth's gonna go down
As the calm before Bush lost his crown
Cause uppity jurists
And liberal purists
Will give Bush a permanent frown
Happy 60th Mr. President! Can I have one of those smacks?
And...Windspike responds in verse!
but I really wish
you were heaven
rather then hell sent
On turning our government
Into a mockery
Of what it once meant
and the lives spent
preserving our documents
Protecting freedom and liberty
and very lives of you and me
On the house...