Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells
Boris is feeling pretty sorry
His oven ready deals gone flop
So he's learning to drive a lorry
Old MacDonald had a farm
Now he hasn't got one
Not enough HGVs and so
He can't move his pigs on.
Turkey orders cut by a fifth
No staff to get ‘em ready
This year prepare for a very
Different Christmas, said he.
Brits won't work for the pay
Seasonal workers just won't come
But we've got our Country back
And that's good enough for some
Sing Good King Wenceslas lads
As the Brexit plot just thickens
Potus Biden's offered us stocks
Of chlorinated Chickens
So fly your Union Flags me boys
Iron out all the creases
Remember past days of plenty
As the cheap food era ceases.
