English Roses

I asked for a Rhododendron
You called it a rose
Its a Rhode island baby by any other name
I suppose
The chickens were clucking
And the goose was getting fat
When you put all your eggs in my basket
And I began to wear it as my hat

Finally the golden egg has hatched
And its a hatchet job
Of Margaret Thatcher
And the banker, Rob
Together they've been growing
These gardens of English Flowers
And they've been turning up the borders
And twisting the halls of power
And the English Country Cottage
Is showing signs of wear
Its time for a Spring clean
Time to wipe the walls bare
Get rid of the stains and smears
Get rid of the shadows
Draw back the curtains
And open the windows
Let in the fresh air
Let the sun shine in the corners
And mind you tend
The English roses that grow outside their borders