There was a man called Goodluck
Who told us he was built like a rock
He said he once had no shoes
And for that he got no boos
So we gave him the country to run
And asked for probity in return
We hoped for a bit of reform
And for peace to be the norm
Now he's up to his neck in corruption
And it's clear he's got no gumption
No wonder some call him r.e.tard
To others he's a p.o.o-head b.a.s.tard