Hurrah for Little England
She's cast herself adrift
Say goodbye to Brussels
Head into the mist.
We don't know where we're going
The captain's overboard
But we won't be ruled by foreigners
Or people from abroad.
We'll resurrect our Empire
I'm sure they'll want us back
So it's goodbye to the future
We're turning back the clock.
We don't need foreign factories
We don't need all those jobs
For life will just be perfect
When Johnny Foreigner goes.
Let's reclaim our colonies
Take America back;
Canada and New Zealand
I'm sure they'll all want that.
Goodbye foreign subsidy
That's not what we need
Londoners will pay for us
Let's let London bleed.
Goodbye banks and bankers
We don't need city jobs
Life will just be perfect
Now England's on its todd.
Too bad the Scots aren't with us
The Irish are unsure
The Welsh are good to come along
As long as we pay their fare.
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Second Wind
PoetryHighest rank #12 in Poetry Second Wind is an eclectic collection of mostly light hearted poems but often has a serious message and takes the occasional side swipe at politicians and those in power.
