Virginia politely implores
Some deer hunting while you’re outdoors
Past hunters of meaties
Have gotten entreaties
To help out with pest control chores
And speaking of bullets to take
It looks like we may get a break
The turning of tides
Means Chaffetz presides
‘Lest chairmanship, he doth forsake…
The trial, in all of its glory
So far has been brief, gross, and gory
You’d think we’re beyond it
But now we hear Condit
Is writing his side of the story
You lion-heads, cast in your lots
With gingerbread, icing, and Dots
Entry ain’t free
But winners will see
These cubs ‘fore they lose all their spots