Bit of a cockup in original posting -here goes!

Their Favourite Things

 

Teardops they’re shedding; with lies they’ve been smitten,

“Bright sunlit uplands” still promised for Britons,

Brown paper packages, no attached strings,

Those are a few of their favourite things.

 

When reality bites, when the truth stings,
When they’re feeling sad,
They’ll simply remember their favourite things,
And then they’ll feel twice as bad.
 

Pony and trap economics, their model,

A pig in a poke, a bad joke that’s so cruel,

Unicorns flying, the moon on their wings,

Those are a few of their favourite things.

 

When reality bites, when the truth stings,
When they’re feeling sad,
They’ll simply remember their favourite things,
And then they’ll feel twice as bad.
 

 Girls with white faces, and Essex girls’ voices,

English that’s spoken on trains planes and buses,

A Brexity hope that eternally springs,

Those are a few of their favourite things.

 

When reality bites, when the truth stings,
When they’re feeling sad,
They’ll simply remember their favourite things,
And then they’ll feel twice as bad.