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There was a man, whose reputation in the land was strong,
In winter and in summer, honest as the day was long.
So all his friends advised him that before his time was spent,
He’d have to run for office and go into Parliament.

On honesty and openness this fellow then campaigned.
From telling lies or twisting truths he without fail refrained.
He told the people what he thought they all wanted to hear.
He’d tell his honest policies to all who’d lend an ear.

He said were he in government, then things would have to change.
He’d made a careful study and the laws he’d rearrange.
He’d have to cut some salaries and trim the public spend,
And half the public servants, to the dole queue he would send.

He said that we relied too much on borrowings from banks,
And we would be in trouble when the housing market tanks.
We’d all have to work harder, for we reap but what we sow,
And all restrictive legislation, out the door he’d throw.

And lots of other policies he said he’d put in place;
The nation would be better off – we’d be back in the race.
Give help to honest industry – he wouldn’t sell the farm;
He’d boost the military, so we’d all be safe from harm.

The people listened to him and his honesty admired.
They said his goals were admirable and what they too desired.
But they had all grown used to scams, pork barreling and lies.
Some wondered if this honesty was really very wise.

Opponents, unfamiliar with this new found idea – truth,
Just winked and nodded – said they’d see him at the voting booth.
He’s still around, he hasn’t changed, by all he’s still respected.
He got few votes, we needn’t fear, he didn’t get elected.