On the news that Mrs. May had to ring up Mr. Varadkar to apologise for Mr. Raab

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When your child kicks a wayward ball,
And smashes through the neighbour’s greenhouse wall, 
Ring him up; go on, give him a call. 

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When your child tramples down the neighbours’ flowers, 
And insults upon him showers, 
Ring him up; go on, it won't take hours. 

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When your child tells your neighbour an untrue tale, 
And spikes his tyre with tic tack nail, 
Ring him up; go on, let truth prevail.

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But when your minister of state sings off the page, 
This ringing up’s no good, he's over age.
For no child is he, and your call will ne’er assuage
Your neighbour’s righteous ranting rage.
©Keith Murphy