We Need Submissions, Please and A Seasonal Wish from Abi's Bears for Our Great British Government

By eye of bat and blind worm’s sting

I think I have the very thing:

I’ll make a potion, chant a spell

to send them spinning down to Hell;

and in the pot I’ll lob a snake,

a worm, a toad which mess should make

a potion fit for those who shun

the weak and think of number one.

I have it now, an apt solution:

what’s called for here's a revolution.