There was a a young lad named Wade
He was the leader of the Liberal Brigade.
His vision was clear ,and transparency so dear.
So we trusted the government, he steered.
And Bypasses were all the rage, but then all at once,
came a causeway crunch. and cars stood idle and still.
As things turned bad and scandals were heard, angry motorist horns did blare.
Bottled water was new, to be sold by a few, permitted by Wade and his crew.
Our water was looted, our farm lands polluted ,while taxes flourished and grew.
While Islanders cried out ,and our wildlife died out, Wade’s vision prospered for the few.
But enough is enough ,when angry and gruff ,and we demanded changes to do.
Elections to come must be fairly run ,with all votes of the people to accrue.
Proportional vote ,not first passed the post ,rang out from our cities and farms.
Then the young lad called Wade ,with his Liberal brigade ,ashamed and disgraced, disappeared .
God Bless and keep reading