Three blind mice, see how they run
They all ran after the farmer’s wife
Who cut off their tails with a carving knife
Did you ever see such a thing in your life
As three blind mice.
To wipe away children’s tears,
(and hide poverty’s arrears)
and to allay fears
(as the multitude nears),
our overhead conscience clears
as these taxless profiteers,
with their tactless sneers,
these do-goody dears,
pause from the usual bum-steers
and provide a quick weet-bix fix.
A sanitarium for drowning refugees.
Three jeers for the racketeers
and the cunning privateers.
And the countless blind peers,
lining the jetties and piers,
gawping soundless cheers.