The Grass is green and the Sky is blue,
Mr. Hussein, this poem is directed toward you.
Now, to talk to my intended group,
About the man who took a low stoop,
He had taken the small guy, really bait,
He had taken the oil rich country of Kuwait.
But for an intsance when you look at the sky,
You'll probably know that some warheads will fly.
A lot of people said it would be over real quick,
Just like a kid with a lolly pop stick,
So many people say it, like Jeremy Jensen,
But I haven't heard yet from President Benson.