Saddam Hussein, Saddam Hussein,
Upon whose head our missiles rain,
It's often said that you're a stain
And maybe just a tad insane
(You seem to think you're Charlemagne),
And therefore we should not refrain
From bombing part of your domain
Until it looks like beef chow mein.
And yet there is a question whether
We'd really like to send you nether.
When diplomatic talk turns plain,
It's said there's value in your reign.
You stabilise and you contain.
You keep some folks from raising Cain.
And we use you to show the pain
That those who challenge us obtain -
As you use us when under strain:
We're blamed for what you can't explain.
Although we're birds of different feather,
We may be in this thing together.