Folks lands take it to the UNion.
Settled it!? Falklandish Independence,
adjust the questions of a population
whom can choose their own defenders.
Can the just be peacefallen, surely?
Living happenstance ever after stories.
In a silvered land of hope and glory,
may we not extend war and its furies.
Paradise it’s not, on bloody Sundays.
Cold but nice to see the next months Monday’s
Then the Sunday, we all live together,
someday happily and forever! After
Both fronts firmly facing freezing. Whether
the pubs a good place for warm friendly laughter?!
Happily merrily verily, ever? After,,,
May God Save Us All.