There is trouble in the nursery.

The children ask for more.

They are climbing up the curtains.

They are stamping on the floor.

Nanny State is spanking them.

She weilds her wooden spoon,

But the children run about her.

They are crying for the moon.

 

Why don’t they eat their porridge up?

They call for toast and egg.

Where has their pocket money gone?

They want Housekeeper Clegg.

She promised them their piggy banks

Were safely stowed away,

But she handed them to Cameron,

Who has the bills to pay.

 

Oh tell us Mrs Cameron,

Why can’t you pay the bills?

Its no good blaming children

For all the household ills.

Its your nasty Banker husband

Whose causing us to grieve.

When you ask him for the housekeeping

He threatens he will leave.

 

Who really are the children,

Taking all and sharing none?

Who really are the adults

Who know where the money’s gone?

Revolution in the nursery,

Against a broken vow.

Resolution in the Parlour (ment)

To TAX THE WEALTHY NOW!