From Viv Stanshall's phenomenal "Sir Henry at Rawlinson End":

(Florrie)
Sitting in a sunken garden...
Pinking in a sinking sun
Thinking of a summer long ago:
When one was twenty-one.

Naming all the flowers so friendly...
Shouting at the shrubs so thick
Lo, behold, Lobelia...
One bite and the Bishop was sick,

(Chorus:)
How nice to be in England...
Now that England's here,
I stand upright in my wheelbarrow,
And pretend I'm Boadicea.
Hi Ho
Hi Ho

(Florrie)
Shy goldfish shady in the green weed,
By gad'flies giddy in the haze...
Here I sit; I knit knit knit,
With the garden gnomes, I say:

(Chorus)
How nice to be in England...
Now that England's here,
I stand upright in my wheelbarrow,
And pretend I'm Boadicea.
Hi Ho
Hi Ho