The great thinkers of London

The great nonsense thinkers of old London town.
They thought great loads of nonsense, and wrote it all down.

They thought of a pink sky, with twinkling brown stars,
they thought of tiny parrots, but never of galahs.
They thinked and thought and thunk about every tiny thing,
such as giant flying turtles, and a democratic king.

They thunk of a republic, the best that war could bring.
They thunk about such stupid things, and then began to sing.
They sung about salvation, stupidity and nation,
They thought of regicide and capital amputation.

The king sat on the toilet, and there he thought a lot.
He thought about his kingdom, which now was not.
He thought of many stupid things, and also some profound,
which hardly really mattered now, since he had gone to ground.

The bats flew in the belfry, and dropped dung upon the floor.
The bishop thought of nonsense, and then he shut the door.
The people thought of haircuts, stupidity and war.
Then they thought of burying the sick, the dead and poor.

They thought of a republic, the best that war could bring.
Then of winding back the clock, and a democratic king.