This is making its way around the Net. I stole it from World. All I know is, I better not dream about it! (Oh, and uh, pardon the “french”.)
Sung to the tune from the Beverly Hillbillies:
Come and listen to my story ’bout a man named Dan,
The documents were fake and he didn’t give a damn;
He put ’em on the air, an’ he thought he’d done the job,
But up from the web come a howlin’ mob.
Blogs, that is.
Web logs.
Checkin’ facts.
Well, the first thing you know ol’ Dan’s a-runnin’ fast; Made a
false report an’ it bit him in the ass; He said ‘dog-gonnit, I done
thought I’d get away!’ But it turned out to be his a-reckonin’ day.
Busted, that is.
Red-faced.
Mud in the eye.
Well, now it’s time to say goodbye to Dan and all his men; And they
would like to shoot you folks for turnin’ them in; You’re all
invited back next week to watch the Evening News, And see which
correspondent’s picked to fill Dan’s empty shoes.
Y’all come back, now, hear?