Our green and pleasant land

Our green and pleasant land
where sheep may safely graze
Filled with lazy Summer days
of sun and sea and sand
squishing between bare toes
A land where milk and honey flows
from Emerald Isle to Devon vale
from sea to shining sea
through verdant Derbyshire dale
to craggy Highland hill
where honey’s still for tea.
A land of pride in hearts of gold
a land of domestic bliss
Where mortgages and credit cards
And University fees
Enslave us all in debt.
But the beast must eat its fill
The farmer pay his bill
And abattoir have its kill.
And poesy from our bards
Serves to camouflage the net
Where human sheep within the fold
Embrace slavery with a kiss.