From the 'Book Of Nursery Rhymes For The 21st Century'
#201
There was a crooked Lord
There was a crooked Lord,
In a crooked House, they say,
Who offered up his services
To anyone who'd pay.
So a stranger offered money
To not do what he oughta
But, sad for him, this other man
Was a Sunday Times reporter
So the crooked little Lord ,
With his crooked little vice,
Knew at once the game was up
He would have to pay the price
There was a crooked Lord,
Integrity much lacking,
Who stood before his Peers
And they promptly sent him packing.
