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Good King Cameron

David Cameron looked out
Upon the public protest
Opposing public funding cuts
With deep and serious detest
Brightly burned the fires that night
As the frost was cruel
When the kettle came in sight
Police and protes-ters did duel

“Hither, Clegg, what do you say?
If thou know’st it, telling
Yonder peasants, who are they?
Where and what their dwelling?”
“Sire, they live a good deal hence
From all around the country
They’ve come here in the defence
Of public Univer-si-tiy

“Bring me flesh and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I will watch them whine
As we watch from thither
Clegg and Cameron forth they went
Forth they went together
The storm of protesters wild laments
They intend to we-ea-ther

“Sire, my party’s angry now
The protests getting stronger
Fails my heart, I know not how,
I can go no longer.”
“Mark my footsteps, my good Clegg
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shalt find your party’s rage
Freeze thy blood less co-ol-dly.”

In his master’s steps Clegg trod
Where ideology dinted
Onward with the mindless sod
That Cameron had printed
Therefore, all Con Dems, take heed,
Wealth or rank possessing
Ye who will pursue the deed
Find consequences di-stress-ing!


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