The English Gent

An English gent, if you can find a real one Is the sort of chap that’s never agitated He will stand his ground amid the fiercest battle Resolute, until the fighting has abated An English gent is never ever flustered But there’s one thing that always makes him wild His spotted dick must only come with custard The kind he had when he was still a child The English gent will rally when the call comes Will die just to defend the greater good March off to the beating of the war drums Just as long as you serve custard with his pud