Let me diddle a story, One so unbelievable, Of the boy who cried wolf, And lied through his teeth. *** The story of a boy, Who pulled wool, Over a nations eyes, To hide his odious lies. *** A boy who got caught, And shouted, "It's not me jock", To avoid the stocks. *** But it didn't work, And the nation saw, Right through the lies, The boy tried to hide. *** And so he said sorry, For whatever that means, Thinking it would hide him, Better than a fridge unit. *** But the nation were wiser, Than some of his colleagues, And the apology washing, Wasn't winning sympathies. *** I would tell you the end, Of this sorry old tale, But the pages are still being written, And there is still ink in the well.
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