daniel jack

Experimented, did it big.
Crossed Sammy sheep with Pammy pig.
What did we get when it came due?
A peep? A shig? Which name rings true?

You need to run, you need to hide,
Cos if you don't, then woe betide
If tax inspector nobbles you.
It isn't nice what he can do.

And now we're all on self assess
We're each to blame for our own mess.
No one is sure how much they owe
The system's there to keep it so.

You'll pay too much, won't get it back,
Your tax inspector has the knack
Of overcharging one and all.
Then he's "on leave" each time you call.

Eventually, you give up hope,
It's easier to meet the Pope!!
Your money's gone, your code's still wrong,
Next years assessment won't be long.

I bumped my head,
Was classed as dead,
Just after tea
They buried me
Wrapped in a box,
Without clean socks.
I feel quite queer,
It's dark down here.