The Powers That Be

“So this is your yearly assessment Pray tell how you feel you have done Since we made you Head of Progressment Shaping everything under the Sun.” “My achievements are way beyond measure And whilst I am not one to boast I’ve brought people sadness and pleasure And any that sin become toast.” “We gave you eight different departments And threw in an outlying one Yet, it seems to me, that Department Three Was where you had most of your fun.” “Listen, Guv, ‘Fun’ doesn’t cut it I had proper plans for that place And frankly I did try to shut it I did at least try to save face.” “We know that it’s true that little Old Blue has cast its spell often before But we allocated the system to you And thought you’d achieve rather more.” “Okay, I messed up, but that’s a bit harsh You handed me gases and dust Then watched me drag men from a primeval marsh Yet none of you seem very fussed.” “It’s all quite impressive, but can’t be allowed We have to protect our positions These men that you speak of are now quite a crowd And creating unpleasant conditions.” “You seemed to like all my volcanoes, My earthquakes and boulders from space I’ll wipe my slate clean, but I’ve had lots of goes And I can’t shake that darned human race.” “Well here’s a design change on which we won’t budge Put chopped liver between their ears You see, Mr God, we’re not here to judge But you can’t let them have their ideas.”