And the king is in his counting house serene,
Licking his lips with anticipatorary glee,
Counting his chickens too fast it now seems,
In his dreams of dominion over you and me,
As the liar leaves the final battlefield,
Unscathed, unlike his fallen servicemen,
He who presumes automatic anointment,
Would, it seems, have to think again.

For the ruling of our country is not a bauble,
To pass on as if meaningless and trite,
No, there has to be the sanction of the Lion,
And there has to be a Parliamentary fight,
If our glorious President chooses to abdicate,
Because he is patently not fit to rule,
There should surely be a general election,
Not just passing on the baton to a fool.

And the Lion roared I will be heard,
I want a vote of no confidence right now,
And ferocious was the look in his eyes,
And knotted very tightly was his brow,
What insolence to think that we would,
Meekly sit and watch them all decide,
Who would now become our Prime Minister,
And just assume it someone from their side,
Does our great country not have a say in,
Who governs us in our historic name,
It is not just a game of pass the parcel,
Now the liar has finally been shamed,
If theres to be a new king of our country,
The lion roared with all of his might,
Then let it be put to a general election,
If these curs have the stomach for a fight,
This pack of sycophants so spineless,
They allowed that craven liar Blair full rein,
Are we going to be ruled by these timid men,
Are we all content to be subjugate again,
Or are we all proud to be born British,
Proud of centuries long of fire and toil,
Proud of standing proud alone quite often,
Against all those who would own our soil,
Are we then now so meek and mild,
We have even lost the will to think and fight,
Are we going to sit back and merely take it,
When we know to hell and back it isnt right.

NO roared the Lion reverberating mightily,
We will again wield those swords our bloodlines forged,
We will advance strong against this sniveling enemy,
For the age old England and Saint George,
And force them finally to put it to the vote,
Just tell them thats exactly how its going to be,
Maybe then this country can be run by heroes,
Maybe then we can all be free.

The Wicker Man.