"Not many left!"
"Not many what, Mr. Maff?"
"Not many consignments of imported infected meat.
We know that one went to a school in the north-east,
There can't be many more.
We always ban imports within months of new cases being reported.
Everything is under control."

"Not many left!"
"Not many what, Mr. Maff?"
"Not many days to go before we will tag all sheep."
"But you have been saying that since 1992,
And last year the EU threatened you with prosecution."
"Not many weeks now, and we'll know the last movement of every sheep in the land.
Everything is under control."

"Not many left!"
"Not many what, Mr. Tesco?"
Not many abattoirs, not many buyers,
Not many short journeys for livestock.
No matter that forty percent of pigs are injured in the trucks,
The consumer still pays me top prices.
Everything is in my control."  

"Not many left!"
"Not many what, Mr. Brown?"
"Not many farmers, not many farms,
Not much wildlife living free from harm,
Not many cattle, drinking from the becks,
Not many tourists, giving you their cheques,
Not many ewes and lambs, grazing the fells,
Not many spring-like sweet fresh smells,
Not many vaccines, at least not for you,
Not many vets, so wait in the queue.
But when I have killed all that stands in my way
This country will export again, one day.
"If anyone wants to buy." 
Don't worry, everything is under control."

"Not many left!"
"Not many what, Mr. Blair?"
"Not many days to the general election,
And I'm twenty points ahead in the polls."
"But what about the rural communities?"
"There's not many left,
And anyway, I get my mandate from the cities."
"Don't worry, democracy is in my control."  

Note: "Not many left" is the well known cry of Carlisle newspaper seller Billy Dixon