Hang down your head, Sad Hussein;
When you are dead, they'll cry:
Was all your treatment humane?
Were some allowed to pry?

I met folks in Kurdistan
Where some sought my life;
Punishing for their plan,
Put them to the knife.

Could we have judged you insane,
Too old, infirm to die?
Some think we rushed, must explain
Why it's done on the sly.

This time tomorrow,
Wonder where I'll be.
Had not been for George Bush,
I'd be in my palace, free.

How did they sneak a cell-phone
Into this place and try
To capture stirring ring-tone
That most Shiites will buy?

Is your demise unduly
Cruel, or justified?
Are all these taunts unruly?
Don't let them hurt your pride.

This time of sorrow,
Reckon I will be
Out in some lonesome alley
Where all Baathists can mourn me.

When your sealed fate was newly
Issued, and death was nigh,
Did they ask, would you truly
Rather inject or fry?

We'd prove your crimes more fully,
Were you but here to try.
You were the Mideast's bully,
Millions could testify.

Write it up in the sky:
Tyrants are bound to die.
Next one we'll crucify...