“Look, everyone, we’re in deep trouble,
Everything’s a frightful jumble,
But we can come through! Let’s enable
Our land to show them all how nimble
We can be! And let’s think Global
And Build Ourselves a Tower of Babel
Like that bugger in the Bible,
An edifice to house a Sybil,
A thing out of a fucking fable,
Something we’ll all adore!
“And look, I know it seems a shambles
And we, too, grieve for Auntie Mabel
But let us now create a symbol,
(Look, this is me being humble)
A thing about which bards can scribble,
How We Built Our Tower of Babel
That rose above the burning stubble,
A monument that we could cobble
From the lumps of broken rubble
Of the stuff we smashed before.
“This way society won’t crumble!
And if you think it’s all a gamble
To you I say, don’t be so feeble!
Heed not the whining reds who quibble!
For ever higher we shall scramble
As We Build Our Tower of Babel
Til we hammering on Heaven’s gables
To face that oik born in a stable,
And yank his beard and burst his bubble
With a triumphant roar!
“So listen up, you feckless rabble!
You won’t fit me inside a tumbril!
Our chaps have trousered all the roubles
To get you hobbled so that Dom’ll
Lash your backs til you redouble
The Work to Build My Tower of Babel!
Then, dressed in robes of finest sable
Stitched by girls with golden thimbles
Through its portals I shall amble
Before slamming the door.”