At last, here’s a Bard for the ‘Brexit’ -
Reduced to that five letter word.
Just crows on his dunghill, then legs it.
And arguments? Don’t be absurd.
If Scotland is broke, what is Britain?
It’s deficit’s certainly ‘Great’.
So give us our own cash. Make certain -
You’re paying for ’South Britain’s’ fate.
Our “moaning” you find disconcerting
But, frankly, we’ll never desist;
Europe’s wits find mocking diverting,
For ‘Brexit’s’ too dumb to resist.
And as to the charge we play one part,
Your ‘Brexit’ has torn up the score.
It’s Beethoven’s choir that sings our heart -
Shared liberty’s joy versus war.
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