As promised last week in the Singaround: a big boy made me write this, and ran away ....

God Rest Ye Sober

God rest ye sober, underlings
  let nothing you dismay
You've only queued for Covid jabs
  since this time yesterday
And as wel tell you "work from home"
  in Number Ten we'll play ---

Good tidings of comfort and joy (for the posh boys)
Good tidings of comfort and joy.

The boyos from the Bullingdon
  are playing Hunt The Grue
They're bred to be incapable
  of telling false from true
Come PMQs we'll find them
  barricaded in the loo ---

Good tidings of comfort and joy (little lost boys)
Good tidings of comfort any joy.