Oh wouldnt it be luverly if Kevie stayed on the back bench, He could THERE play mind games with the red haired wench, The present Labor cabinet is emitting a powerfull stench, Wondering how long before Kevie again gets in the trench, There to lob his hand grenades on comrades in his party, Julia just hates him and thinks him a bloody smarty, He doesnt impress her one bit when trying to be artistic, But on the day of reckoning comes Julia will be ballistic, Her Labor party will be no more, Buried by the voters in blood and gore.
