I am a very old krone,
cackling like crazy. I have saved
our bacon, our crackling,
our bread and butter.
I am Danish blue. We have had
kings and round crowns
longer than you. I myself
am made from pastry,
as tasty as tough bananas.
Now the biking Vikings
have beggared their ancient
neighbours. Mr Blair
will be the prince without Hamlet,
more honoured in breeches
than in observance. Let him
pound his fat fists! And sweat!
