Lawine

Someone call the media
There’s been a mistake
It's not the kind of headline
That he would ever make
It’s not the kind of story
We want in our feed
That’s not that kind of paper
That any of us read.

Someone tell the embassy
To get the story straight
To update the advisory
Before it gets too late
If this ugliness should crystallise
In a billion tonnes of snow
If the confusion isn't clarified
We’ll never wash it out

From the well-thumbed pages of the Jolly Contrarian’s songbook