Beech trees are so British, I am Welsh

The bonsai tree is now a thick green hedge
By my mended garden wall of brick
Beech trees are so British, they are Welsh

My genes are mainly Irish, it’s alleged
With some from Denmark making  blonde hair  thick
The bonsai tree is now a thick green hedge

My  metatarsals Celtic I begrudge
I could bear them were they Arabic
Bleached feet are so British, they  now belch

Through the EU quicksands, I can squelch
Even if the  dirt makes my legs black
I need no tree, I need a stony ledge

Immigrants are dying  of their lack
Kill them all, we’re British  we love flak
We don’t mind a  flower from somewhere else
Elm trees are  so common,  yet they’re Dutch