The Millennium Bridge wobbled. An anti-hunt bill was suddenly introduced - with apologies to Bob Dylan

I was thundering through undergrowth

Escaping from my suit

When I heard the sound of the barking hounds

Of the Women's Institute

I told them I was King Canute, and

My brush was fiery red

But waves of peers with horns and sneers

Were peppering me with lead

They delivered me to the river Thames

Where I made a sudden break

But a shaven cur took me by the fur

And the bridge began to shake . . .

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