THE STORY OF FIDGETY GEORGE
(The Story of Fidgety Phillip, Struwwelpeter)
WilliamBanzai7's Subprime Struwwelpeter

Let me see if Georgie can
Be a an informed and intelligent gentleman;
Let me see if he is able
To sit still for once at an intellectual table":
Thus Papa Bush bade Georgie behave;
And Mamma Bush looked very grave.
But fidgety George,
He won't sit still;
He wriggles,
And giggles,
And then, I declare,
Swings backwards and forwards,
And tilts up his State Dining Room chair,
Just like a dumb GOP cowboy on a rocking horse--
"Georgie! I am getting cross!"
See the naughty, restless child
Growing still more rude and wild,
Till his Neo-conman chair falls over quite.
Georgie screams with all his might,
Catches at the cloth, but then
That makes matters worse again.
Down upon the ground they fall,
Subprime glasses, leveraged plates, derivative knives, silver bonus forks, and all.
How Mamma Bush did fret and frown,
When she saw them all go tumbling down!
And Papa Bush made such a face!
Georgie is a sad disgrace.
Where is Georgie, where is he?
Fairly covered up you see!
Cloth and all are lying on him;
He has pulled down all upon him.
What a terrible to-do!
American dishes, glasses, snapt in two!
Here a knife, and there a fork!
Georgie, this is cruel work.