Up the airy mountains, Down the rushy glen, We d aren't go-a-hunting, For fear little men.

For twenty years he has held a
season-ticket on the line of least
resistance and has gone wherever
the train of events has carried him,
lucidly justifying his position at
whatever point he has happened to 
find himself...

Outside every fat politicians there was'an
even fatter politicians trying to close in...