You’ve got
to laugh, or you’d cry.
Altogether
now, sing along with me. (It doesn’t quite scan, but never mind – everything else
is out of kilter!)
Oh, dear,
what can the matter be?
Who will
they choose Tory’s leader to be?
Seven
entrants all claiming authority,
Everything’s
up in the air!
They promise
to give us a bright, shining future,
Something
much better than we’ve got right now, that’s for sure,
But can we
believe that their guarantees will endure
Longer
than fun at the fair?
So it’s, oh,
dear, what can the matter be?
What is happening
to our security?
The laughing
stock of the world we are set to be,
Led by
clowns for eternity.
