Fair Land of Sheer Delight

There is a land of sheer delight where all is hunky-dory, where all unite in cheerful song, both Corbynite and Tory, and in this land of sheer delight the unicorns have wings. Children on their roundabouts enjoy electoral swings. Nasty things like taxes shall here no fear instill, Where money falls from heaven, who cares who' ll pay the bill? Begone all desperation! Begone all talk of doom! Our ship can strike no iceberg. What melts has little room. Last night I had a vision, and what it told I tell. At least kind nurses listen in my cozy padded cell.