Gordon Brown is my shepherd, I shall not work.

He leadeth me beside the still factories.

He restoreth my faith in the Conservative Party.

He guideth me in the path of unemployment.

Yea, though I wait for my dole,
I own the bank that refuses me.

Brown has annointed my income with taxes,
my expenses runneth over my income,
surely, poverty and hard living will follow me all the days of his term.

From hence forth, we will live all the days of our lives
in a rented home with an overseas landlord.

I am glad I am British,
I am glad I am free.
But I wish I was a dog,
and Brown was a tree.

(The above was spotted at the Hullbridge Day Centre, Hullbridge, Essex)