The Jolly Banker

(with acknowledgements to Charles Causley)

I saw a jolly banker,
With a jolly smile.
He looked extremely jolly,
Because he’d made a pile.

Jolly great big bonuses
Were his, he said, to keep.
All in all, they added up
To quite a jolly heap.

He told me that his jolly bank
Had all the jolly luck.
For we all jolly bailed it out
When things had come unstuck.

He said it was a jolly shame
That we weren’t rich, like him,
Then went off to his jolly yacht
And gave a jolly grin.

On his jolly sailing boat,
He jolly celebrated.
With lots of jolly bolly,
He got inebriated.

He jolly well fell overboard
And by the tide was caught,
Weighed down by his cash, he drowned:
Jolly good, I thought.