There you stand as a fox at the chook pen, trying to get in again.  But you are not freedoms fair feathered friend.  You did not put NZ first when you alone put tyranny on her throne.  The hand groomed maiden of Charles Schwabe, good job Mr Fox.  And now you are promising to open the public purse and pay us back for her curse.  But that sinny was on you Winny.  And now your trying to buy back our vote?  Nope, it was you, w.h.o. put us through the great reset.  We chooks know how a fox looks, and we trust you not.  You faker, we remember your role as kingmaker, and liberty taker.  Back already, with that sly grin, licking your lips outside our chicken pen?  Aww, but your not a friend, you're just looking for that easy feed again.  So how dare you try to buy your way back in.  To say that we can be repaid for our lost wage if we tick your box.  But we see thee, you sly old fox.  You knew exactly what Red Cindy was gonna do, when you opened the chook house to let her through.  Forced us out of our jobs and the society as a whole, and now you want us to give you another go?  But dear Mr Fox, ever so clever, we see in your mouth our tail feathers.  You may be cocky, but you cant come in.  So we say cluck to you loud and clear, we ain't bird brains here. Nor are we chicken to say we will not again become your prey. 

But truthfully if we birds of a feather don’t soon flock together, there will be another feeding frenzy in NZ and all our liberties will be consumed.