There once was a swede from Medellin
Where he used to boost of his original sin
But Mother Goose gave him hell
As he fell under her spell
And she preserved him in a bottle of gin
As a twisted sign of eternal peace
She put the bottle on her mantelpiece
Next to a bowl of mushy peas
And invited the bosses round for tea(s)
”Now” said Mother Goose sternly ”Boys
Back in England, naughty children don´t get to play with their toys
For decades I have chastised both aristocrats and Roys
I know full well that through Green Baize no one can hear the noise!
And with that the wicked Mother Goose closed the door behind her.