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