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With apologies to Marshall Mathers and doug from upland (who is far better at this than I), here is my parody take on the matter:

C'mon folks, we goin to the beach
Grab a couple of toys and let Dubya strap you in the car seat
Oh where's Saddam? He's takin a little nap in the trunk
Oh that smell (whew!) Dubya musta runned over a skunk
Now I know what you're thinkin - it's kind of late to go swimmin
But you know your Saddam, he's one of those type of men
that do crazy things, and if he don't get his way, he'll throw a fit
Don't play with Dubya's toy knife, honey, let go of it (no!)
And don't look so upset, why you actin bashful?
Don't you wanna help Dubya build a sand castle? (yeah!)
And Saddam said he wants to show how far he can float
And don't worry about that little boo-boo on his throat
It's just a little scratch - it don't hurt, he was eatin
dinner while you were sweepin and spilled ketchup on his shirt
Saddam's messy isn't he? We'll let him wash off in the water
and me and you can pway by ourselves, can't we?

You see folks.. there's a place called heaven and a place called hell
A place called prison and a place called jail
And Saddam's probably on his way to all of em except one
Cause Saddam's got new weapons and a buncha missles
And you don't want weapons do ya? (Nah)
Maybe when you're old enough to understand a little better
I'll explain it to ya
But for now we'll just say Saddam was real real bad
He was bein mean to Bush and made him real real mad
But I still feel sad that I put him on time-out

Wake up sweepy head we're here, before we pway
we're gonna take Saddam for a wittle walk along the pier
Baby, don't cry honey, don't get the wrong idea
Saddam's too sweepy to hear you screamin in his ear (Saddam!)
That's why you can't get him to wake, but don't worry
Dubya made a nice bed for Saddam at the bottom of the lake
Here, you wanna help Dubya tie a rope around this rock? (yeah!)
We'll tie it to his footsie then we'll roll him off the dock
Ready now, here we go, on the count of free..
One.. two.. free.. WHEEEEEE! (whoooooshhhhh)
There goes Saddam, spwashin in the wa-ta
No more fightin wit us, no more UN bullcrap
No more nuclear labs, no more bio-war
Blow him kisses bye-bye, tell Saddam you love him (Saddam!)
Now we'll go play in the sand, build a castle and junk
But first, just help Bush with two more things out the trunk