If At First You Don't Succeed, Trident, Trident, Trident Again
Somewhere in a submarine
Lives a life where no-one's seen,
No-one's heard by night or day,
For which there must be hell to pay.
Just in case the world is flattened,
Somewhere hatches will be battened,
Safe in this – if a nuclear blitz
Should blow us all to bobs and bits,
At least we'll know there's been a bang:
Islamabad, Teheran, Pyongyang
Will vanish in a careless puff –
And then they'll know Enough's Enough.
At any time, Saddam Hussein –
Because he had an addled brain –
Was planning to eliminate us:
That's why, with our divine afflatus,
We totalled him. So, saved from slaughter,
We emulate him, underwater,
And why we hold the keys to power,
And why we keep a conning tower
Hidden somewhere in the deep.
It helps us breathe, it helps us sleep,
To snooze here in our great gazebo.
It makes the world a safe placebo.
