To be sung to a Medieval management tune
Bullshit, bullshite, thou little tiny mind
Bye bye, bullshit, bullshite
This Christmas tide you may well find
Bye bye bullshit, bullshite.
Spiersy the king, in his ageing
Waffled he hath this day
His team of shite in his own sight
Lacketh good words to say.
Bullshit, bullshite, thou little tiny mind
Bye bye, bullshit, bullshite
Long the time he had resigned
Bye bye bullshit, bullshite.
That woe is we, poor staff to see
These jesters our workplace blight
Their Christmas gift, a sackful of shit
Bye bye bullshit, bullshite.