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?