Paul Hansen - Mad Jock McFee

Mad Jock Jock McFee
There will be no
Crumpets and tea
While I take in
My garden delights
The Starlings and Wrens
Are all taking flight
Go water the Bellflower
For there will be
No English shower
Be a good lad and carry on
Reminisce about
Days bygone
Days bygone
While you sweat
I sip my Wray & Ting
And listen close
To the Great Tit sing
Mad Jock you Saxon git
Lacking in style lacking in wit
All your efforts coming up nil
Amongst all the veggies
And the daffodils
Mad Jock Jock McFee
Alone in the garden
Just you and me
I am your Sire, you are my serf
Tend to the garden
Tend to the dirt
Tend to the dirt
I will read my Byron and Keats
While you pull from the ground, the carrots and beets
Mad Jock Jock McFee
The sun bakes your head
While I'm steeping my tea
Maybe you can
Move to the States
In with a Yank
Who's not quite your mate
America one long sitcom
America one long rerun
So McFee never forget
We're from the Empire
Where the Sun never sets
Now go plant your
English Rose
Remember your lessons
It was Arthur she chose
Arthur she chose
Arthur she chose

Written by:
Paul Hansen

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