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(on
Senate approval of bankruptcy legislation March 15, 2001)
Dooh Nibor set off one night
In his pinstriped suit of blue,
Sailed into Congress on lobbyist's flight
With his colleagues the favored few.
"O where are you going and what do you wish?"
The president asked with glee,
"I have come for the souls of men to fish
In glorious killing spree.
I have new laws of bankruptcy!"
Said dapper Dooh Nibor.
The president laughed and sang a song
As he imbibed the banker's brew
And the fortune that sped him all night long
Continued to accrue.
Nibor could catch little souls like fish
In debtor's captivity,
"Now cast your debts wherever you wish,
You'll have your banker's fee."
So cried the Chief of Mendacity
To dashing Dooh Nibor.
The credit unions having failed to kill,
Nibor turned his spite to the poor,
And bound Chapter Seven as he lay sleeping still
In the arms of congressional whore.
With impunity now could he put out his eyes
And haunt the forest and wood
And though he is deaf to the orphan's cries,
He'll tell you that he is no hood,
But read the name in reverse if you would
Of duping Dooh Nibor.
All night long Dooh's debts he threw
On the souls in each stricken home
Then up from the depths came with devilish crew
Drafting a legal tome.
The blood of souls to Heaven redeemed
Cried out "this cannot be"
And some folks thought 'twas a nightmare they dreamed
Of crushing penury,
But I shall name you that dean of decree,
Disingenuous Dooh Nibor.
The president has two beady eyes
Both set in a dumb little head
And Dooh Nibor who tells bankers' lies
Lies to share his trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes if poverty stings,
Go down on bended knee,
And you shall see such hideous things
As angels weep to see,
For the president embraced the robbery
Of devious Dooh Nibor.
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