Once an Empire , once an admired place
Great Britain should now be in outer space
We lose connections, cut them with a sword
No-one seems to know where dwells the Word
We had a language rich and full of grace
Apostrophes and commas knew their place
The words were wise, the sentences allured
Shakespeare could quote music sung by birds
We were not wrecked by theories so base
Enjoyed by French professors , what disgrace
Sentences should ring out and be shared
The circles of our culture can’t squared
Where have gone our manners and our strength?
Where indeed has gone the National Health?
How my heart sings 