'Twas Halloween night and all through the land, Liberals are wiggling and squirming like worms in the sand. Millions to Bombardier are to be found, In the laps of the Liberals grovelling around. Liberal red book promises are strewn all about, And gold plated pensions found on many a snout. From deep in the shadows what did appear? A broken promise minister with a hint of a sneer. The dark silent night was shattered with a shrill, Promising flags and a higher tax bill.
Abolish the GST, that was a trick, not a treat. Is the ghost of Pinocchio in the Prime Minister's seat? Away from the Hill Reformers doing their part, Talking to real people about a fresh start.