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Wee Willie Hague once
Of fourteen pints a day
Wobbles around the world
In his pompous little way.
Pity the poor folk
Who have no choice
Who have no choice
But to listen to
Wee Willie's smarmy voice
Trying to convince them all
Britain is still Great
While back at home they
Butcher the Welfare State.
Does Willie inform those
Leaders that he meets
Homeless combat veterans
Sleep rough on our streets.
University to politics
With its stress and strife
Our Wee Willie's certainly seen
The rough and tumble of life
Wee Willie Hague once
Of fourteen pints a day
Wobbles around the world
In his pompous little way.
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