They bought him back from the dead
Minton socks we need they said
Were running out of plastic things
And shiny coloured plastic rings
To sell to people every day
They need the plastic so they say
Useless things that snap and break
Buying things for buyings sake
Even the ones with no money
Find a plastic feather funny
Filling up their tiny home
And then they have the cheek to moan
There is no water to clean the car
There is no petrol we can't go far
We care not for the place we dwell
Or if it comes a living hell
Chief Minton Socks we all need you
I've got a list of things for you
To mend and sort and please put right
You'll be working right through the night
As long as you are still around
So hope in all this can still be found
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