But into the Tavern the other evening came Adrian, a poet, although unofficial. He had an ode as per the thoughts and feelings of the 'Sir Humphrey's' that will have to do all the civil servant work that they so enjoy.
To the tune of ' A Policeman's Lot'. You all know it of course.
A civil servant’s lot is not a happy oneNow that Brexit (which means Brexit) has begun.We’ll brace ourselves for tusslesWith the Eurocrats in BrusselsWhile our work back home in Britain goes undone.Liam Fox had us mug up on EU LawIt’s all in foreign, badly written and a bore.Red tape not of our makingIs one biscuit we hate takingBut unpicking every treaty is a chore.
We’ll be decades at the table without pauseGoing over every paragraph and clauseAnd it’s absolutely vitalWe win power back for WhitehallWhere Theresa May will get all the applause.A civil servant’s vote was likely for remainSo as we make the best of Brexit feel our painAs we all puff up like jingoMock their cultures and their lingoAnd prepare for war with France, Germany and Spain(Again)
Drinks all around.
(exceptions made for Sir Humphrey Appleby, GCB, KBE, MVO, MA (Oxon)