Rockall
Rockall sits on a plateau
Of oil and of gas
Like a great black forest gateau
In a saltwater mass
Iceland and Denmark
And Ireland into the bargain
Don't respect our imperial pen-mark
Our peccable jargon
Of course it belongs
To its rightful owners
All rights and no wrongs:
A British bonus
It's as British as Cliff
(Although he's older)
It has the look, the sound, the whiff
Of a British boulder
If its birds could natter
The songs they sang
They'd be sure to chit-chatter
In Cockney slang
They'd be sure to hoist
A Union Jack
And rejoice, well-voiced
In our right to the black
Gushers beneath them
The property of Blighty
It is time to free them
On Rockall Almighty
My personal belief
Is that I own Sark
The Great Barrier Reef
And Yellowstone Park
I lie al fresco
And I sing of it
I also own the local Tesco
Want to make a thing of it?
