Jacob Rees Mogg, oh Jacob Rees Mogg
Rose from the bowels of a foul, toxic bog
And stared with intent through a poisonous fog
Searching for public estate he could flog
An accountant who scribes in a three-column log
Jacob Rees Mogg, oh Jacob Rees Mogg
Stands up from the benches and gazes agog
With the sneer of a stoat and the eyes of a frog
A monocle, pipe and a hipflask with grog
The slimiest oil in the free-market cog
Jacob Rees Mogg, oh Jacob Rees Mogg
A top hat, a stick and a fine hunting dog
To round up tje riff-raff to roast like a hog
Return to the days of the workhouse and smog
When the poor tugged their forelocks and polished their clogs
Jacob Rees Mogg, oh Jacob Mogg Rees
Antediluvian, vile Tory beast
Until you are gone, there’s no justice, no peace
