Nursing a Nation

Although we ne'er lived in the days When the chalky chaps tread our lands And our generation is not of those Whose culture was stolen under their noses Nor is it of those Who saw the Nation in all its glory But we, Who only read but never saw the pompous pinkies Are left with only a part of the story, To nurture a baby which when small was strong, But now finally big is weak Eons on, we'll hold to our dreams of tomorrow As we sing and say - we shall succeed, we shall thrive