He leant out of the window of life,
And lost his head to a passing whim.
He tried to stay calm
But was filled with alarm
As his prospects now seemed rather dim.
So he had a head made out of pine
And never opened the window again.
For election he stood
With his head made of wood
And had a very successful campaign.
Free wooden heads for everyone,
Was the promise he made to them all.
And they lined up to vote
For this bit of a goat
And he stirringly felt duty call.
And so he became Prime Minister,
The ultimate political endeavour.
And with the passage of time,
He glimpsed the sublime,
Then like his head, it was gone forever.
