Remember the olde pubbe song, "Old King Cole"?
Fiddly-diddly-dee, diddly-dee, went the fiddlers?
Here's one, just from my timeline on Twitter. If you rob Peter to pay Paul, you can always rely on Paul's support.
Let us have a grant, have a grant, say the scientists;
Money for a house, for a house, say the homeless;
Money for my child, for my child, say the parents;
Let me smoke indoors, smoke indoors, say the smokers;
Let me shoot a fox, shoot a fox, say the hunters;
Let me learn for nowt, learn for nowt, say the students;
Give me great big ships, great big ships, say the Navy;
What about the planes, 'bout the planes, say the Air Force;
Give it all to us, all to us, say the EU;
Spunk it up the wall, up the wall, say the Quangos;
We've had the lot, had the lot, say the bankers;
Claim what I want, what I want, say the troughers.
And the refrain ...
let me raise more tax, raise more tax, says the gov'ment.
Feel free to add your own. It might catch on.
Know what I think? You can all fuck off. Earn it. Just earn it. I have to. And you're not having mine. Not unless I think you deserve it.