He alternately pouted and glowered and bristled,
As us he misled and Muslims he missled.
"It's what to those terrorists we long have been owin'"
Proclaimed his dour spokesfolks, Berger, Albright, and Cohen.
While over our peepers he would pull the wool,
Over there his whole cloth is a flag to a bull.
Music less soothing to that savage beast
Has seldom been heard in the tense Middle East.
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