How I adore the lush green amour of my England
No tower blocks roar, smoke does not pour
To pollute my lush green England.
I salute my England
This subtle land
Where whispering breezes go hand in hand
With foxgloves
And the gentle down of dandelion feather
The heather pinks and purples
Streams rhyme and gurgle
Hares chase and hurdle
Across her morning moist dewy fields.
The hills and valley yield tenderly her softness and nobility
I’m a million miles from cruelty
Here in my lush green England
Floating o’er moor and lake
Impervious to trouble
It seemed nothing in this genteel land
Could burst my idyllic bubble.

So you must understand my surprise
Nay, my horror, my shock
When I found out that
The Queen sucks Nazi cock.