Great Britain The news will say were suffering from excess immigration That a rampant hoard of foreigners has fallen on our nation But truthfully, there hasnt been a native Briton here Since people dressed in mammoth skin and hunted with a spear Our language is a mixture of a dozen different tongues We munch our way through poppadoms, fajitas and fu-yungs When cheering at a football match, were infamously vocal Our teams may be the finest but the players won’t be local Genetically, a Briton is a multi-cultured stew With Romans, Saxons, Vikings and the Celts, to name a few Our national drink is Indian, the Germans make our beer The TV comes from China and the table from IKEA Potatoes from America and onions grown in Spain A multitude of British things arrive by boat and plane The rain that falls upon our hills has blown from over seas And with it come migrating birds to nest in British trees The Royal Windsor family have Greek and German genes So think about just what it is that being British means Were stronger with our differences, the best of humankind Our nation, not an island but a common state of mind.
Posted on: Wed, 06 Aug 2014 22:44:20 +0000