A statesman is an easy man, He tells his lies by rote; A journalist makes up his lies And takes you by the throat; So stay at home’ and drink your beer And let the neighbours’ vote, Said the man in the golden breastplate Under the old stone Cross.
The rest of it is here. I've been told that a statesman is a dead politician, but I
could be wrong. Yeats died in 1939 but this bit is as fresh as tonights news,
which would make it about 2 weeks out.
H/T to Greg for this one.