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American Soldiers’ Prayer (New 03/17/2010!) Dear Lord, I volunteer my life, America’s my call. To serve, protect, defend and die I give, to her, my all. I may be sent around the world And put in dangers way. Victory over evil foes Her troops and I will pray. When battles rage and bombs are dropped Bullets rain down as hail, My fellow soldiers and my Lord Give courage not to fail. Should I not make it home to you From bullet, bomb or knife, America, I loved you so For you, I gave my life. copyright © L. E. McKee, 2010 Scheme a Mega Scheme For Me (New 11/4/2009!) (To the tune "Dream a Little Dream of Me") ♫♪ Czars looming far above you; Night dealings seem to whisper, “We’ve screwed you.” Dems gorging on a deficit spree, Scheme a mega scheme for me. . . Prey on the “mob” like dog fleas, That “Hope and Change” translated to no glee. With no job and a future on your knees, Scheme a mega scheme for me. Hope’s faded but you’ll linger on dear, Just scraping for bits. They hope you’ll forget before long dear, What’s in their mitts. In twenty-ten they’ll hear you, Just vote them out and baby, they’ll un-glue. And add RINO’s who ever they be, Scheme a mega scheme for me. Hope’s faded but you’ll linger on dear, Just scraping for bits. They hope you’ll forget before long dear, What’s in their mitts. In twenty-ten they’ll hear you, Just vote them out and baby, they’ll un-glue. And add RINO’s who ever they may be, Scheme a mega scheme for me. ♪♫ copyright © L. E. McKee, 2009 There Once Was a Man Named Barack There once was a man named Barack. Who spent the U.S. into hock. Then pushed "cap and trade" and the health care charade, Which the taxpayers saw were a crock! copyright © L. E. McKee, 2009 The Itsy Bitsy Czar Jones (To the tune "The Itsy Bitsy Spider") ♫♪ The itsy bitsy Czar Jones climbed up the liberal spout. Opened-up his pie-hole and lots of crap flew out. After the outrage Jones didn't get the fuss. And typical Obama threw Jones under the bus. ♪♫ copyright © L. E. McKee, 2009 Sarah, Standing Tall West of the Rocky Mountains, "Eight stars of gold" its call, The state "North to the future," Has Sarah, standing tall. From mother in Wasilla, To mayor of her town, To governor of Alaska, No challenge she turns down. When asked to aid her nation, And serve as its V.P., With heartfelt warmth and passion, And grace she did agree. At every campaign rally, Along the grueling trail, Crowds rallied just to see her, In her they saw no veil. The liberal press elitists, Spawned vile myths with gall. With class to stay beyond the fray Is Sarah, standing tall. copyright © L. E. McKee, 2009 Hope and Change President Obama, Campaigned on hope and change. He never said from what to what and no lib thought that strange. He promised us no earmarks, That line by line he'd go. He doesn't know what's in each bill now watch the budget grow. TARP 1, TARP 2, TARP 3, He'll sign them with a smirk. The deficits' not high enough; your children now must work. With Jihadists 'round the world, We need to gain respect. Relations like Great Britain are the deals we must reject. So President Obama, Please keep your change and hope. You may be quite surprised to find America is no dope. |