‘Twas DC, and the lobby guys

Did gyre and gimble in the halls;

Of course they know what money buys,

The favors, votes, and pols.

 

 

‘Beware the Congressmen, my son!

    The nonsense speech, the bribes anon!

Beware the CIA, and shun

The frumious Pentagon!’

 

 

He took his veto sword in hand:

Long time the manxome jerks he sought –

So rested he by the White House tree,

And struggled for a thought.

 

 

And as he wondered who to blame,

The Congressmen, with pants on fire,

Along the street they whiffling came,

And all and each a liar!

 

 

One, two! One two! And through and through

The veto blade went snicker-snack!

He left them dead and took their bread

And went galumphing back.

 

 

And so were slain the Congressmen,

The people wept with joy and cheered:

‘O frabjous day!  Callooh!  Callay!

The scum need not be feared.’

 

 

‘Twas DC, and the lobby guys

Did gyre and gimble in the halls;

Of course they know what money buys,

The favors, votes, and pols.