Operation Red Dawn
December 13th came to be,
the end of the man hunt of history.
In the town of Tikrit, like a mole,
hiding in his "Spider Hole."
No longer able to escape,
was a coward resigned to his fate.
Thinking as himself so bold,
for 35 years with Iraq's hold.
No longer punished or terrorized,
from this animal they despised.
Journalists shout his name,
"Death and down with Saddam Houssein."
Not a shot fired from our armies,
to capture a coward so diseased.
Guns fired just for fun,
from Iraq's people of celebration.
The town of Tikrit rid of scars,
U.S. Soldiers lit their cigars.
Again able to stand strong,
from the Victory of "Operation Red Dawn."
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