A place in London
do no lights show
Underground the mice do flow
Everyday since long ago  
Workers ,families to and fro
Under ...Over ...Down below
Trains do rumble
Concrete hell

No hills of green
No mountain view
Just fumes and dust
A smell requel

They call this life
The under dwell
Underground
Under hell

Our capital of English darkness
can stay right there
Ill live for brightness
I love my world of trees and flowers  
Market Harborough
This eden ours