Helen Lucy Burke
Her duty will not shirk
She’ll save us all from sin and rape
With her clippings and a tape

She spoke unto the senator
Oh many years ago
And he let slip
From learned lips
Some things we ought to know

He’ll buy your sons for baubles
If he gets into the park
His sin is great his morals sparse
His intent fell and dark
Oh he’ll pretend his discourse
Was a musing on the Classic
(A little modern for Ms Burke,
Her period’s the Jurassic)

The callers and the tweeters
Of thee they have no knowing:
“This HLB, just who is she
And when will she be going?”

Oh Helen,
Helen Lucy,
Helen Lucy Bloody Burke
Don’t save us from the Senator
Don’t drag up that auld work
Do not protect us, Helen Lucy
Silly Goosey Burke