Give Haliburton More Money

If there's one thing I can't stand (And certainly there are many): We should lend a helping hand And give Haliburton more money. As D.C. weeps inside His gold encrusted mansion, We should set our greed aside And live for his wealth's expansion. Deep Water Horizon, some time ago, With BP and Haliburton, In the Gulf of Mexico, Bore the well that won't stop squirtin'! Together they have financial woes-- Though still their worth cannot be counted, Not even on all of the world's toes Would a sum to it be amounted. So all the more we should to them Every penny, give away; Look! Poor C****y's eyes so dim, Let us brighten up his day! If we could divert the gushing well, Into C****y's boundless heart (It isn't very hard to tell)-- The oil would fill but the smallest part! Should his innermost desire (In all frankness) be unfurled, You wouldn't have to twice inquire, He wants to own the entire world! But alas, D**k's dream becomes obscurred With every scale of lifeless fish And for each feather of oil-soaked bird The detergents dissolve his greasy wish. But never fear, the bump incurred, In the end, will mean but naught his eventual fictory has been assured, It's what the books have always taught, So gather ye people, one and all And fullfill your call to duty, D.C.s rickshaw, we all must haul And bid enslavement, "Howdy-doody!"