Brexitland is a faraway place
And yet it’s there, just on the horizon
But nobody knows how we get there
Whether one walks, or drives, or flies in
And what is there is shrouded in myth
An Atlantis or a Never never land
Has it unicorns, or ogres, no one knows
But we won’t be led by the hand
MP’s stand back, and usher us on
Like pawns in a game of chess
Not caring which way the pieces fall
No desire to clean up the mess
So let’s choose again before it’s too late
The drawbridge still straddles the moat
Decide if we really want to be at siege
By giving us a second vote
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