There was an old man named Dodd,
Whose legislation seemed rather odd.
He ranted and raved, the world he would save,
To his friends, with a wink and a nod.
He’d jot down a line,
And say that’s just fine, I know this one line will do.
But on the way back, it fell through a crack,
For one line, had now, become two.
It wasn’t me he shouted and squealed,
As the press was on his heels.
He thought really fast, and said that’s all past,
Forsooth, what can I do?
We voted in haste, and made such a waste,
Now your money is gone, boohoo.
Don’t blame me, it’s a shame you see,
For the really bad men are at AIG.
If you want your money, although it seems funny,
Another line, we’ll have to make.
Yes, make more law that’s what we’ll do
Your money we’ll get back for you.
We’ll rush it through, it may come true ,
We’ll tax that windfall now.
Perhaps with skill we’ll kill the bill, that put money in their cup,
It will be, for all to see, that they’re the ones corrupt.
We thanked them for their contributions, their money helped us win.
But when it comes to looking good,
Their favors must be understood,
To be not first, but in last place,
Our stature must not be disgraced.
None must know of our deceit,
Money we take, or if we cheat.
So we’ll rewrite those lines we said,
Would keep their money from the red.
And when it’s all, been said and done,
Two lines it was, but now it’s one.