Those metrological folk and their lying machines

The Met Office Secret Predictions and the political implications



Lyrics

Those metrological folk and their lying machines

The tempreture goes Up, Tiddly, Up, Up.

And never Down, Tiddly, Down, Down.

They enchant Poloticians and steal all the scenes

With their temperatures Up, Tiddly, Up, Up

And never Down, Tiddly, Down, Down.

Up! never Down! lying around.

Bluffing the bluff and defying the crowd.

They're all, frightfully mean

Those metrological folk and their lying machines