Can you remember years ago, when we were kids at school
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Where someone spruiking nonsense, was talking through their tool
In our corner of New England, where things have changed a lot
The talking Toole for what it’s worth, is the only voice we’ve got
We used to have a council, put there by election
But they all got the flick, just by Toole’s direction
With dictatorial efficiency, he appoints a single powered bloke
To run and shape our future, what a bloody joke
This messiah all alone, hand-picked an advisory crew
Who’d better toe the line, or they’ll be all gone too
To think that 600 Guyra citizens, signed up for the 2nd World War
Now we’ve surrendered our independence, without the greatest roar.
David Bearup