Do the British take their Brollies?
On their Las Palmeras hollies.
Do they drink their Earl Grey Tea?
With two sugar lumps or three?
Whilst sitting beside the sea.
Have they got enough vinegary chips?
Girls with oval red tomato hips
too saucy for just a kiss
on the lips, in hopes she'll reminisce.
Do the British spend all their pennies?
And take their Pooh bear Winnie's
and why do they buy mugs and plates?
To show back home their mates
and brag about a bartered price
and return not just once or twice
but thrice, was it really that nice?
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