Oh, to be in England Now that Brexit’s there, And Saxons vexed in England Seethe, with a show of derriere That scorns Eurowurst, source of all their grief, Round swear full fealty to Blighty beef, While those Polish nurses know it somehow Fly England – now!
And after Brexit, when May discos, And the Johnson plots, and all the jingoes! Hark, where the very loud one at cliff edge Leans out to view the lorry park at Dover Benzes and Volvos – thousands they allege – That’s Nigel Foppish who drives an old Rover Lest you should think he never could recapture The spirit of adventure! And though the lorry parks have exits few All lead to sunlit uplands (tariffs due) The traffic jams, the shortage of manpower – Far from bad this is England’s finest hour!