They asked,"Would you go to Great Britain?"
"A land full of pansies and kittens?
" He said, "Would be fun"
"But I can't bring my gun"
"And that isn't entirely fittin"

"We have guns in the land of "The Bard",
You can find them without looking hard
But they're kept in a box
"Cepting when we shoot fox,
And the occassional social retard"

"We were masters of killing, it's true
From Delhi to old Timbuktoo
Wog, nigger, or mick
If their accent was thick
We would "pop" them without much ado."

"But the days of the Empire are gone
And we buy all our tea from Taiwan
The sun seems to have set
So to Belfast we get
When we thrill for a kill with a gun"

Copyright 2000,Ted Boucher
All Rights Reserved(Including the Right to Bear Arms)