Hair dark as bronze
Eyes greener than the spring thicket
With brows thick like the plumage of swans
His country a land of scones and cricket
Some of his friends are imaginary
Faeries, pixies and sprites are amongst the array
The other Allies, on the contrary,
Usually just turn away
He used to own a nation
With the human name of Alfred
After a long and brutal revolution,
He would never expect what laid ahead
Out at the pub, he's quite a laugh
One too many lagers, well, you do the math
