This ditty should be sung to the tune of the old Rolf Harris song 'Two Little Boys'.
Two little boys had two little toys
Each had a computer game
Happily they played every single day, competitive all the same
Then one little chap had a mishap,
His new PC went dead
Wept for his toy, wanted help from the other boy
As his young playmate said:
'Jack, don't just sit there crying
Can't you see I'm having a good time
Bugger off home, mate, you're in a bloody state
Coz my computer's fine.
When we grow up we'll both be bankers
And our PCs will not be toys
And I wonder if we'll remember
When we were two little boys'.
Long years had passed, careers came so fast
Success quickly came their way
Lots of deals were done, they were having fun
Until one fateful day
Up goes a shout, the regulator sniffs about
The cops take Joe away
And out of the blue, came a voice he knew
And this is what it did say:
'I'm glad to see you crying
There was never really room for two
Bugger off to jail, you're not a banker now
I always hated you
Don't you see, Joe, I'm all a-tremble
At the thought of your client list
They will all be mine, while you're be doing time
But the best is that I still remember
When we were two little boys....'.