Twas the night before Ramadan
Twas the night before Ramadan
And Osama, the louse
Was plotting with Omar;
His soon-to-be spouse.
The Taliban were nestled,
All snug in their caves
And they dreamt of young virgins
Who would soon be their slaves.
Out in the desert,
There arose such a clatter
They crept from their caves
To see what was the matter.
Not far in the distance
There came a strange sound.
Lo and behold;
They saw a mushroom-shaped cloud.
Before Osama evaporated
He knew it was true:
His ass had been kicked
By the Red, White, and Blue |
