WHEN YOU'RE A WHITE HOUSE MICKEY MOUSE
But how can you spot a covey flying by, and instead hit me in a bush (that rhymes with Bush and tush} as the quail swoosh in the Texas sky I cannot comprehend. Unless it proves you're good at shooting off your mouth, but not for aiming north or south or any other way, that makes sense.
But aiming toward the sky and hitting a target at eye level, beats the devil, don't you agree, Dick Mickey White House Mouse?
Your aim was right, your target wrong. Aim at the man, Dan Quale, as dumb as your boss. Neither Dan nor Bush are worth the left wing of anything that can fly in the sky.