He was a diplomatic diplodocus
Long necked hocus pocus
Ranging around like an evil wizard
On his high horse like a terrible lizard
Willing to wager the country's treasure
All for some new shoes made of Spanish leather
Left the foreign office in a state
Ordered his love like a takeaway plate
Shining his star, but shone it too late
Oh that worrisome bore
Of diplomacy's fate
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