Ol' Dick Cheney had a pal,
A guy named Scoot.
(Well, what the hell, that's one count against him.)
Then Scooter fell
To Patrick Fitzgerald
(The hunky legal eagle).
But W said,
"Gotta respect the jury,"
And commuted Scoot.
(His babies were acryin'
and Harriet awailin'.)
So Scoot went home,
A hero to the masses
of Bushie Admin Staffers
(But not to 41's:
Brent Scowcroft thew a googlie
and said that if he lied,
He oughta go to jail).
Poor Ol' Scoot.
Better luck next time --
Try to pick out friends
that don't carry swords --
The easier to fall on.