Escapee Running Like An Amputee

We heard of the ambush And we remembered George Bush: A Radio-Announced Ambush And we made for some bush, The man in my front continually push … One hell of a Lazing Runner While my heart was Bunsen Burner. Quick was I to condemn his speed, Ready to it with fuel feed, Sure survival was The Rare, Whenever it became Guerrilla Warfare, Smart shooters picking off their targets While The pursued chiefly his teeth grits, Doing the thing like a Mad March Hare And choosing to not a lot care. The man in my front was A Lousy Escapee, Running and you’d think An Amputee.