I moaned I wailed I cried, complained
For years ‘til the Feds in time disdained
To fix the problem and launch a claim
For a rise in pay for all in their name
But the going was tough and I failed
To stand strong with colleagues I hailed
So I deserted my mates to fall at the feet
Of a big fat man we all called Sir Pete!
Also known as the scabs' Eptitaph