So, Humpty Dumpty’s hit the deck once more,

and this time it’s an omelette we all share,

the King won’t help, these days he’s crying poor,

no wonder Mother Hubbard’s cupboard’s bare...

The horses have been sold to make the glue

the men will need to fix the broken Wall,

our future looks a sullen shade of blue

and all because of Humpty Dumpty’s fall.

They watched him climb and chortled with neglect,

and million-dollar pats upon the back,

our nest egg – so tumescent and erect,

that dollar’s such an aphrodisiac!

But then we heard the crack of eggs again,

so now the King will beg for special powers,

the Court is angry, makes him feel the pain,

we know they’ll pay, they money’s really ours!

The mess will all be vacuum cleaned away,

with plaster on the Wall to hide the cracks,

no matter of the massive bill to pay,

no problem there – they simply raise the tax!

So, Humpty Dumpty isn’t finished yet,

they’ll patch him up and force him to succeed,

up on the Wall without a safety net,

held upright – by our prayers and corporate greed.