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By James Bredin Dear
Osama: you've been in hiding far too long, And
I hear that your health may not be all that strong, I
hear your problems could be quite grave, --
Four wives, twenty three kids hiding in a cave. It
could be damp in there with bugs, bats, rats, and mice, Will
you be on TV while they search your hair for lice? I
hear youre still defiant in your hidey hole? Will
you, like Saddam, throw up your hands and roll? That's
okay Benny Boy -- that's if you're still alive, Heard
about your video tape, guess you're not on side, Can
you make it to There's
thousands like you on the incoming flights. Our
politicians refused to go to Went
to With
helicopters that sometimes fall out of the sky, And
these Liberal crusaders would never lie. I
hear you don't like democracy one little bit, You'd
love it in No
referendums or recall -- stuff like that, Equalization
instead of impeachment down pat. |
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Kyoto Agreement Maybe By James
Bredin They
want megatonne reduction of greenhouse gas in eight years, For
fretful fear of climate change that's coming our way, my dears, They
want us to join their lofty vision of control and behave, Or
we too might get cooked by the weather and end up in a grave. It's
a UN thing therefore the special-interest all agree, And
we're supposed to fall in line because they're always right you see, The
Americans, Russians, Indians and Chinese are not dumb, They'll
reduce by nothing -- not by even one single megatonne. Canada
is still bound to reduce emissions by twenty twelve, Or
our left wing UN buddies might just put us on the shelve, But
there is one tiny light at the end of this dark closed tunnel, Wind
turbines instead of nuclear stuff remember -- Environmentalists
in heaven with all their special-interest friends, It's
the fashion, it's the style, it's the craze and it's the trends, |
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