It was Election Day 07
Were the numbers right for Kevin
Or would the PM rule the roost another time?
We weren’t making any fuss
As we climbed aboard the bus
To cast our vote we had to stand in line
The result was hours away
So we went to spend the day
In the company of feathered friends
There were birds of every hue
Yellow, red and green and blue
And what they did is strictly entré nous.
We lunched then at a winery
And didn’t dress in all our finery
For the place had been a morgue in other days
The decor was bizarre
Made us feel quite below par
And left us in somewhat of a daze.
We came home and watched the box
And received so many shocks
For in spite of all the votes that he could muster
The PM lost his seat
For the rout was quite complete-
“One day a rooster, next a feather duster”