France turns a blind eye
When boats arrive
To pick up the people
Desperate to skive
Across the channel to England
Where safe on the shore
And where in spite of the rhetoric They’ll stay evermore.

Think of France if you can
It shoudn’t be hard
As a country that serves
As a marshalling yard
They come in their thousands
In their efforts don’t shirk
To jump on a vessel
And relive Dunkirk.