Yesterday, at half past ten,
Ol' Rumsfeld prompted Bush again.
He told him all was less-than-zen;
they'd lost some three Brazillian men.
Now George turned 'round with sullen face
and addressed his staff with poise and grace,
He said; "That's terrible! I hate all this killin',
and by the way, How many IS a brazillion?"
MWA HAAA HAAAAAA!!!!
