Scissor hands Cameron
Didn’t have to leave
Still in Number ten
So he did achieve
The ultimate prize
Stayed Millibands hand
And Clegg and Farage
And where did they land?
Out in the cold
Was it a shock
Fracking is coming
Let’s pray for Brock
The culling continues
The wild ones they know
Up against cattle men
Their Risks do grow
As for the fox boys
The light blues are there
Tally Ho we all know
All are aware
Blood sports and hare coursing
The terrier men
It’s Tory policy
It’s all just when
Carers and sharers
The disabled souls
They get the call up
Treated like shoals
Of sardines in nets
Looking forlorn
Making them wish
They had never been born