He's not really lost the plot, he's started up his mojo.
All his pots and trays are out and its go, go, go.
The compost's sieved, the plan is wrote,
The seeds are all lined up.
And when the sun arrives, look out
'Cos it's off to sow we go.
And when we get the go-ahead from our PM Bojo
He'll down his tools, get all scrubbed up
And it's off to the pub he'll go.