There was once a man who made a weird machine, Employing dynamite and kerosene. His subsequent destruction Was a matter of deduction, And a circumstance that might have been foreseen. This gloomy incident I merely state In case you have a yearning to create. In which event, be wary, Else, mayhap, a sad quan-dary Will arise and face you when it's far too late. Now, take the case of Toryphat, M.P., Created by the voters - you and me. Then in matters legislative He becomes, in turn, creative. And creates a Deakook Fusion Ministree. You will notice that this question, as a whole, Is a matter over which we've some control; For, it we'd contemplated Ere the members we created, We would not have landed things in such a hole. And, in regard to this strange Ministree, We are the folk responsible, you see. For it couldn't have existed Had not some of us a**isted In creating its supporters - Q.E.D. Then, when a weird political machine Of Tory flare and Fusion kerosene Blows our policies to blazes, All our most embittered phrases Won't recover e'en the smallest smithereen.