Daftland We live in a country called Daftland The England we knew is no more Where sensible people do ludicrous things Or risk breaking some Daftland law. In Daftland weve police dogs with muzzles Less the villain has cause to complain And to steal from a shop and say sorry Means your free with no stain to your name. You had better leave lights on in buildings When you lock up and go home at night cause the burglars might hurt themselves entering And theres no way youll be in the right. When speaking be wary in Daftland As some terms that youve used all your life Now have connotations unintended And youll end up in all sorts of strife. We elect politicians in Daftland To give us the laws of the land Yet eight laws in ten now come from abroad The whole thing has got out of hand. The borders are open in Daftland And of migrants theres no keeping track Just a few of the thousands illegally here Will ever be caught and sent back. The exception to this is the hero Who fought for this land in the war Hes old and hes sick, he might cost us a bit So hes not welcome here any more. When the history is written of Daftland Historians may just recall That the craziest people in Daftland Were the public who put up with it all.
Posted on: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 21:49:08 +0000
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