Bloody Anglo Saxons

 Bloody Anglo Saxons

Bloody Anglo-Saxons! – that’s what they are

Somebody’s dug up some old broken bones

Now the archaeologists have moved in

And we’ve got to stop building these homes

 

Last week it was the Crested Newts

Found in a habitat apparently rare

So it can’t be bull-dozed for the motorway -

As if the motorists would care!

 

Before that it was the Large Blue butterfly

That some naturalist had espied

He could have just turned a blind eye

Who’d have known if it’d died?

 

Don’t get me started on the Green Spider Orchid

Blooming where it’s really no right

Now we’ll have to go via a different route

And break a budget that was already tight

 

If it’s not Natterjack Toads, it’s Red Squirrels

Or pine martens, or Bechstein’s Bat

These ecologists are driving me nuts

Why can’t they understand that?

 

What if we destroy a few woodlands?

All in the name of High Speed Two?

The railway needs to get there

The route has to get through

 

These scientists ought to move to one side

Let progress press on its way

What’s the point of preserving beauty?

Or of bio-diversity, or of history I’d say?

 

So if you’re out walking and spot something rare

Don’t feel like you should go with your gut

Keep moving, forget what you’ve just seen

And please keep your bloody trap shut!

Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2020