Hush, Little Cindy

Hush, Little Cindy

Sleep tight, mistress.

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(A version of the classic lullaby, as sung to
the former paramour of John Ensign, the only
veterinarian in the Senate, by his parents while
giving her and her family a $96,000 gift)

Hush, little Cindy, don’t say a word.
No one’s going to know just what’s occurred.
If you’d like a swimming pool,
Cindy and her hubby must stay real cool.
If you want that diamond ring,
Purge your thoughts of Larry King.
Hush, little Cindy, don’t say a word.
This whole thing must go unheard.
Don’t you help those godless rats
Send John back to dogs and cats.

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