It was running round the House of Commons

With no mask

Handing out PPE contracts to their mates

For a laugh

 

As the population was falling into graves

They gave out party invites

Drunk on festive cheer.

Tears streaming down the cheeks of relatives

Who couldn’t see them go

                                        Ho Ho Ho

 

The lies multiplied, given a boost

No inquiry till they are all gone

No need to look at a mother’s son

And say “I killed your mum”

 

Pouring out the bubbly

To see out 2021,

And what a good year it was

                                           Ho Ho Ho