Not A Straight Bat
A black little Dracula
Came winging its way
From the wilderness known as Abroad.
It spoke no vernacular
And sounded distrait
But had Euro teeth sharp as a sword.
It sank both its fangs
With a foreigner's cheek
In the neck of a pure English rose,
And gave all the babies
A good dose of rabies,
Got right up the editor's nose.
(Untogether now:)
Blood, Blood, drinking our blood,
Vampires from Europe are chewing our cud.
Now England's most famous
As pure ignoramus -
So let them not shame us
By dr-i-i-i-i-nking our Blood.