If Brexiteers are Britain's lions

Then Remainers are her sheep;

Hoping against hope they won't get fleeced

As back to the Brussels farm they creep.

Self-deluding wool covering supplicant eyes

Over-eager certainly - but hardly over-wise.

Convenience their self-serving rock - 

But one thing should be feared

In their desperate desire to run with the flock

They are certain to be sheared;

And their nerdy need to be told what to do

By others looking after their own

Is a far-cry from what British forefathers knew

In the days that they had known.

Listen carefully for the ghosts of brave men sighing

Who thought the freedom won was worth the dying.

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