Tolley was born happy. She had a mother and father, and they had lots and lots of money. They loved each other, and they had lots and lots and lots of money.
Tolley was warm and cozy in whichever of her many houses she chose to live in. What more could she want?
Tolley loved the simple things in life. She loved to ride in helicopters. When she had an itch on her back, all Tolley would want was someone to scratch her back for her. She never wanted to be someplace other than up in a helicopter.
Tolley was never bothered with the problems workers have because she had lots and lots and lots of money. When she looked in a mirror all she saw was what she was. Tolley fell in love with money and power and became a National Party MP.
She was the most perfect and happy Tolley when the nice Mr Key made her Minister of Education.
She could ride in helicopters whenever she chose. She could cut Enviroschools and community education classes and school staffing levels and freeze wages and draw up league tables and read children’s stories to teachers. She was the most perfect and happy Tolley.
She could ride in helicopters whenever she chose and the nice Mr Key would still be relaxed.
Sadly enough, the political life of a Minister of Education is short, and especially so when she is thick and incompetent.
[With apologies to Colin Thompson and Amy Lissiat]
Update: Roger Waters beat me to it – by over 30 years: