Mr Dives sat drinking liberal tears
(For so he called the despair of the poor),
In the company of Conservative peers,
And an atmosphere of Eton haw haw.
He gave a grand speech; his goodfellows cheered,
Each raising a glass and toasting the queen,
Churchill and others, equally revered,
Capitalism and riches obscene.
A log fire alight gave plenteous heat,
The Champagne (liberal tears) freely flowed,
And the victuals only the richest may eat
Were consumed by all, with honours bestowed,
As temperatures fell in the street outside,
Children went hungry and Lazarus died.