In sweet warm winds of mono Summers night
when the villagers are sleeping snug and tight
when you hear the Lilly ponds songs of freedom
you will know the greens chaps are marching

With sinuous limbs of mortal marshlands
they lift their prizes to their honoured Queen
with sweet roosted dragonflies and mayfly pie
they justly do homage to all her glories

First to mark the parade
are the one's in the French frog wars
all those legless, now with stumps
in wheel chairs still smelling of garlic

They salute their queen
those hero's of cuisine
their emerald attire
and strong hearts of fire

Then come her sweet tadpoles
so liken to your navy seals
when bite comes to munch
these brothers are the ******* spawn of the bunch

The Queen she waits for water
she calls out orders for water
but not from her solider sons
but her handmaiden daughters


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris