So who among us ever could have known That Rumsfeld, who in public’s always shown Such confidence that triumph was for sure, Could, in his private heart of hearts, abjure This policy with which he’d been entrusted And say it’d busted and must be adjusted? And who among us ever could have dreamt That notions Rumsfeld treated with contempt– Like pulling back our troops to, say, Kuwait,v A plan he called unworthy of debate– Would be among the options he’d present To George Bush in this memo that he sent? And who among us possibly can tell If this man who tried desperately to sell This war was simply faking all these years Or now is faking so that it appears He wasn’t such a zealot after all And shouldn’t be the one to take the fall? There isn’t any way of knowing, But either way we’re glad he’s going.