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Something I have long suspected
Might very well happen is in fact
Already moving full-steam ahead
Towards our seeming desolate shore 

But this bit I might as well confess
Is way out of the extra-ordinary fare
That the poets had long presaged
Albeit not with appropriate conviction

But when I heard that the French were en route
I knew that the British had already touched base 
And when I heard that the Russians were coming
I knew the Americans were lurking somewhere 

But now look! Our waters are no longer ours
They are teeming with foreign sea vessels
They have been claimed by mighty powers 
That care not that we have a contrary view

Look closely, my friend, and you will be shocked
You see that small floating antenna way out there?
That marks a Russian super espionage submarine
That to the right over there is a French equivalent  

Turn, turn this way, my friend, you see that bird?
Why has it not moved since we came on the scene?
Ah, it is because a bird it is not, my dearest friend!
It is a dummy marking the location of a submarine

This one is Britain’s most sophisticated submarine
That patrols and gathers information in this region
Now put on this pair of binoculars, will you, dearest?
I want to show you something that will shock you.

You see that castle that seems to be slowly approaching? 
Now that is an aircraft carrier, an airfield, in our waters.
This place is teeming, as I said, with les gens d’espionage
So now, dearest, your leave I must take to rejoin my team.

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