David Cameron Looked Out
(To the melody of 'Good King Wenceslas')
David Cameron Looked out, On the Feast of Stephen.
When the snow lay round about, Deep and crisp and even.
Brightly shone the moon that night, Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight,
Gathering winter fuel.
"Hither, page, and stand by me, If you know it, tell me
Yonder peasant, who is he, Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he's a disabled man, Can't afford his heating,Gets his food from from a food bank,
He's hungry and he's freezing..”
“Scrounger, scrounger”, Cam'ron says. “He has walked a mile here.
Reassess his sickness claim, Take away his day care.
Charge him for his council tax, tax his extra bedroom,
Benefits are far too lax,
send him to the courtroom”
Said the page, “But he is ill, he has not been shirking,
Epilepsy, Crohn's disease, He canot be working”
“Nonsense, nonsense”, Cam'ron says, “We're spending too much money
Make him work, and make him pay
If he wants a full tummy.
"Take his food and take his drink, Take his Christmas dinner.
Just who does he think he is? He needs to be thinner.
Mark my words, Ian Duncan Smith, His type is just a canker.
Disability's a myth,
We must support the bankers".