Brazil was the promising scene
Of global concern for the green;
All nations but one
Know what must be done --
Bush's greens are still 1 to 18.
Both hope their ambitions will fly;
George might even venture to try
The leadership thing
While Ross would be king
Of the best country money can buy
He may feel at home on the range
And insist all he wants is a change
But chosen to fix
Aren't Ham and Ed bedfellows strange?
The Quayle bulb was turned up to dim,
The Quayle cup filled up to the brim
By the rousing report
That he had the support
Of Tiny (next on a stamp) Tim.
No electoral winner -- what then?
The House chooses one of three men;
If it isn't George B.,
Quite possibly he
Will reach for his old veto pen.
Though DC insiders have clout,
They're what this year's votes are about:
How best to begin
Getting outsiders in
And how to turn insiders out.
So congressmen wouldn't be fried
If nuclear war should betide,
Deep down they could hunker
In Greenbrier's bunker;
From voters there's no place to hide.
Let's hope we can somehow derail
Privatizing on Bushian scale;
Otherwise me may get,
To pay off his debt,
A whole bleeping country for sale.