But when the Queen was harried out
Relentless Tweedledee
Felt the need for fresh employment
Across the winedark sea.

With a mixture of obsession
And multiple disguise
He suddenly knocked over
The mosques of Enterprise.

Our side was cross as anythin
And roared into the land
Where his cunning tribes inhabited
Wild mountains and hot sand.

But the President of dunderheads
Thought about Tweedledum,
A nasty piece of work he was:
To be kicked up the bum:

The Prez had been told by liars
That dirty Dum had hidden
His bombs and stuff and poison gas
In every second midden.

Now Tweedledum and Tweedledee
Could well have been in battle
For each had feared the other might
Have spiked his oily rattle;

But the President of Stumblebum
Had by now killed so many
That he decided Dum was not
Quite such a dirty penny

So he threw in his tenpence worth
Against the foreign foe
And on, to stuff the Middle East,
All of them blindly go.

I reckon they will carry on
As murderers, for ever.
It’s wiser to sit home beside
The footy and the weather.