The nasty boys are playing nasty games
In that nasty rich man’s wild garden, now,
That garden that he barely tends or tames,
Quick Mummy come and help, the day is late,
They have tried to slaughter every sacred cow,
That is, those herds given protected status recently,
Yet they all insist on treating old herds decently,
And fight and shout and cause a dreadful row,
And go in hard and riot and attack us,
When the beasts we say are ready for the knackers,
Having served their purpose, being out of date,
Are rounded up and shot, outside the gate.
Mummy can you make another play place,
An allotment, strictly run and rules based,
And put the naughty boys in prison and disgrace,
For this wilderness is not to modern taste,
We liberal progressives are conservatives you see,
We need strict law and order in order to be free.
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