I am your leader, he said, snarling at us,
The prime minister of Ireland, now what’s all the fuss,
I gave you some cheese – and a whole lot at that,
You should be grateful, you scurrilous brats!
We don’t want your cheese, we answered – and quick,
We want money in our pockets, not cheap little tricks,
Give your cheese to the bankers, and try some yourself,
Perhaps it will choke you; then we can govern ourselves.
(You know it makes sense,
And if it doesn’t make sense,
It’s a load of nonsense).
Cheese, cheese, good for your heart,
The more you eat, the longer you’ll last,
The longer you last, the more taxes you’ll pay,
Eat cheese every day.