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To
Our President Oh,
whistle and we’ll obey you, my lad
Aye,
whistle and we’ll obey you, my lad
Though
Chairmen wi’ gavels may hammer like mad
Just
whistle and we’ll obey you, my lad
Though
most o’ the folks here indulge wi’ delight
In
a gossip wi’ friends at the start o’
the night,
But
the juiciest items are lost in the fright
When you whistle and make us obey you, my lad
When
word-happy speakers indulge in the crime
o’
rabitting on and exceeding their time,
They’ll
find they are quickly cut off in their prime
When you whistle, for all must obey you, my lad us
You
could blow on a trumpet, a horn or bassoon,
Or
hammer out rhythms on two wooden spoons,
So why pick a whistle that’s dead out of tune
When you’re just wanting us to obey you, my lad.
Yet
sometimes I think - does it work in the house
Although
it makes Members sit quiet as a mouse,
Do
you use this technique when controlling your spouse?
When you whistle - does she obey you my lad?
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