I know a cat called Jeremy Corbyn.
He’s roamed these lanes for years…
There’s an old cat out there
Called Jeremy Corbyn…
Jeremy Corbyn Cat.
He wouldn’t be home that night
He’d found out about the front way.
After a life round the back
Jeremy Corbyn Cat
Found his way round to the front.
Round the front he was kind of the new cat
But kind of not…
They were always having
To watch him!.
He questioned why life for the few was so lush…
While the cats in the backs were kept hungry..
When he knew all the knowledge
About life round the back
And life round the front….
It was time to bring all the cats with him.
With a mild meow he invited them on
And they gingerly peeked round the corner…
Millions of them!
He had to watch his whiskers now
The fat cats were ruffled…
He’d been kind of a novelty
So they’d let him stay
He might actually do them a favour.
But his old paws had grown far too big for his socks
And they needed fast action to singe them.
They built metaphorical fires
Which they fuelled and they stoked
Blocking all the available exits
Warning all of the change-makers
STAY WHERE YOU ARE!
Have a look at the mess you’ve created.
The big cats relaxed now as panic ensued
And Jeremy Corbyn Cat blew out each fire
Called the cats round the back – Have a go, now!
There’s loads more of us than there are of them
We can all have a bit of what they have.
Now the millions of cats
Saw the cracks in the fence
And together they padded towards them…..