The geese no longer fly past at sundown
They’re eaten by the “immigrants” folks say
Who also kill and murder every day
The English are so perfect in my town
That man is not an alien though he’s brown
He was born in Bradford near the mills
His parents worked there till it made them ill
And now he is a graduate with a gown
My ancestors came to fight and to invade
They killed the men and made the women wives
What chance that some few English might survive
Are they now on benefits or aid?
The nesting swans have killed or maimed the geese
In their natural world ain’t no police
How my heart sings 