Long, long ago

In China, I'm told

To Englad was traded

Some tea

And so sealed the fate

In pieces of eight

Of England and

All of the world

Yeh.



Poppies!



But soon His Majesty

Sent soldiers and thieves

To India

Searching for gold

Instead, from the ground,

Some magic they found

Of something far better,

I'm told



Poppies.

Yeh.

Poppies.



And now this story's told

From days of our old

When gossamer doggies

Ran round

They patiently wait

With pieces of eights

So every-body

Can smile

One more tiiime...



Poppies.

Yeh.

Poppies.