In Defence of the English People

I say, against the prognostications of foreign magpies bribed by despotic Kings

That English 'hundreds' are as starling murmurations giving our lyric wings

Which, rather than Jovian judgments, remain as a catch in the Aether's throat

For only our flag fluttering against distant Skies keeps our Freedoms afloat

Envoi- 

Prince! Fuck Milton. Eat Stilton. Englishry has no Presentment

Save such as, enforced by Normans, earns our Resentment.