They are waiting for our partitions.
Hail glorious St Brexit.so  bad for our isle.
Say but the word and my sole shall be heeled
Popes all Polish   get unreeled
And  says God ,thou shalt Remain.
England needs  a sovereign vagrant.
To God’s feat we will say naught.
My identity is being human.
I will wash your  torn bare feet.
Jesus wants  me to Remain here,
far from Brexits so displayed.
If I need to spend a penny ,
I agree  that Jesus paid.
And f  tell you in this country
You are free to get  eggs laid.
Crazy,hazy,well It paid.

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