Alex Glasgow

When God created Englishman he must have felt quite proud,
That noble creature brave and strong who stands out in a crowd,
He loves his country right or wrong,
He tolerates some wogs,
But nothing does he hate as much as cruelty to dogs.

In years gone by he beat his slaves from here to Samarkand,
And never stopped until he'd built an empire strong and grand,
He beat the French, the Dutch the Hun,
Drove the Irish from their bogs,
But all the time he ne'er forgot to love his puppy dogs.

In England's green and pleasant land there's room for Kings and Queens,
And noble folk who understand what sensibility means,
They hunt the fox, the hare, the grouse,
They set the stag at bay,
And afterwards they pay their dues to the R S P C A.

Has it all, really...