Saddam is my shepherd,
I shall want.
He makes me to lie down in bomb shelters;
he leads me beside the contaminated waters.
He restores my fanaticism:
he leads me in the paths of war for his name's sake..
Yea, though I walk through the desert of the shadow of death, I will
fear no Americans;
for Saddam is with me:
his Scuds and Triple A they comfort me.
He prepares a coffin before me in the presence of my enemies:
he anoints my head with blood;
my cup is no more.
Surely trouble and more trouble shall follow me
all the days of my short life:
but I will dwell in Kuwait forever.