Won't you work a little faster,
Said Whitehall to the snail.
Is there purpose to your stalling?
Oh, won't you print your tale.
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you print your farce?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you print your farce?
This long prevarication
Is causing embarrassment and fuss.
The snail replied that lying to the nation
needs obfuscation, twists and dross.
Chilcot, will not, shall not, should not, cannot print his farce.
Chilcot, will not, shall not, should not, cannot print his farce.
What does it matter if you don't tell the truth.
Said Whitehall with a knowing wink.
For we control the media
And tell them what to think.
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you print the farce?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you print the farce?
And so, eventually, he did. But that's another story.
