While the GSA cats were away,
The bureaucrat rodents could play.
They sent in the clown,
Painted red through the town,
And the auditors called it a day.

While accountants were having their fun,
The Service had only begun.
In old Cartagena,
Not much can restrain ya
When you’ve got a badge and a gun.

The Service’s secrets aren’t pretty.
And not one detail stayed in Sin City.
The Senate’s appalled.
The hearings are called.
And the media’s picking the nitty.