I’m so sorry I seem to be in a rut of depression at the moment, it’s cold dark and the foxes (Phart, Poocan etc) are all in chicken shed again.
I should explain before you read the following “Pully”is slang, certainly here in Yorkshire, and probably in most of the UK for a pullover. In certain areas though it’s “A designer garment made of the finest angora” Yes some people are really that sad.

I Want to Eat My Clothes.

If all world leaders woke up sane I would eat my hat
In fact I’d eat all my hats, Stetson, flat cap, or wooly
Phart, Poocan, X Ping Pong, even our own dear Clear Stoma
In fact so sure am I of this bet I’d even eat my pully

Hitler’s DNA it’s told proved he was a loony
How many leaders I wonder, who’s stairs don’t quite reach the attic
If they should all wake up sane, not only would I eat my hats
I’d be over the moon happy gloriously ecstatic

We need a team of super beings, to round up all these crazies
A team of intelligent aliens to diagnose them too
Fence them all up together, on some far off world
Then invite all their victims to visit the “Plutocratic Zoo”

All words Meadowhead Bard.