Queuing Theory

I am the first of many The lucky one with out any People standing before me Being early is the key So please don't stand in front of me Can't you see where you should be Each in turn must join the line At the back, you'll be just fine I really can't abide watching you decide If pushing to the front's for you I start to wonder what you'll do I start to think what I'll do to If pushing to the front's for you Perhaps I'll stand, then rave and rant But English people find they can't The bus, the tram or supermarket Take your bum and slowly park it At the back and you will find That's the place where no one minds