Now in the land of the mighty ABs,
where the fritters were fat with whitebait
and the rains did fall without end,
there was an Door.
And it was the Door of Leadership.
And the Door did belong to the ones known as Nats.
And it was an Door of the revolving kind.
And the Nats were sore troubled.
For the Door of Leadership did spin ever faster.
It did spin for Bill.
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