LETTER BANK (*4 *5, 13) (SHORT = not MW)
   (singable to a tune by SHORT)

When I was grown to be a man,
And the devil would call my name,
I'd say, "Now who do, who do you think is ruling?"
He would be talking 'bout my Dad,
And he'd be throwing Scuds at Israel.
How Dad did hate you, did hate you,
But didn't dare assassinate you,
He loved to hate Iraq,
But was too LONG to push to Baghdad.
He loved to, he loved to, loved to, loved to, loved to...

And if I was the President,
The minute the Congress called my name,
I'd say, "Now Cheney, who do you think I'm fooling?
I got the presidential steal,
And I'm up on the presidential odium.
Now I can hate you, can hate you,
And I won't let you last--just wait, you!"
I love to hate Iraq,
And I've the nerve to show up my Dad,
I love to, I love to, love to, love to, love to...
=KRAY, Berkeley CA