I'm fixing to indict Fitzmas
Just 'cause it never seems to show.
With the networks massing
And hours passing,
I hear crickets chirping no.
I'm fixing to indict Fitzmas
With every angry post I write.
May our frogs start marching tonight,
Because all these Fitzmases aren't right!
The Wretch that is Patrick Fitzgerald
(to the tune of the "Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald)
The legend lives on from the DC on down
Where the anti-Bush commies stay busy
The Left, it is said, never rests 'till your dead
When their attacks fail and they turn gloomy
With an agenda a-full, and wanted results already known
The Patrick Fitzgerald was ready
To Bush, those true, were just bones to be chewed
When the trials of October came early
The Left had no pride, just innuendo quite snide
With no facts they couldn't nail the Admin
So to the courts they go, in the hopes Soros' dough
would buy an indictment with no reason.
Dictating the terms, with the help of law firms
When they started issuing subpoenas
And when testimony came in and they could find nothing
Could it be the fear of nothing they're feeling?
The MSM on the wires made tattletale sounds
As facts started stacking against them
And the whole Left knew, just as we all do
Twas the need for an indictment come stealing/
The Rove spoke his slate, and the indictments still wait
Since there was still no info to get him
When Libby came, and he remembered Plame
That was all they needed to nail him
When all was said and done the Fitzgerald had none
Save a secondary assistant whose recall
was less than perfect, so the Fitzgerald leapt
and said "fellas I see a target to nail."
Does anyone know where common sense goes
when outing someone who is outed
The pundits all say this is a great day
when some targets a minnow in a barrel
They might have been afraid that it was them that would be nailed
They had already sacrificed Miller
And Wilson just lies and pretends to cry
For his wife, who is a stenographer
Fitzgerald droned on, for hours it seemed on
CNN and the TV coverage
For all watching it seemed, he was full of empty steam
from the wretch that is Patrick Fitzgerald
The Left danced and smiled, as did the MSM while
bemoaning the lack of a Rove hit
But that’s OK they said, the whole thing aint dead
We will keeping going on until a lie sticks!
How sad it will be in the upcoming weeks
when the Patrick Fitzgerald comes up empty
Scooter Libby it seems, will ruin the dreams
of a Left that will mourn again heavy
The legend lives on from the DC on down
Where the anti-Bush commies stay busy
The Left, it is said, never rests 'till your dead
When their attacks fail and they turn gloomy