(With apologies to Cole Porter, the master, who wrote "My Heart Belongs to Daddy")
The towers fell. We knew full well
The villain in this awful drama.
His name held sway, till he got away.
Now we speak not of Osama.
We said we'd pound him once he's found
So flat that he'd cry for his momma.
Forget that jive, that "dead or alive,"
'Cause we speak not of Osama.
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