Not A Straight Bat

A black little Dracula
Came winging its way
From the wilderness known as Abroad.
It spoke no vernacular
And sounded distrait
But had Euro teeth sharp as a sword.

It sank both its fangs
With a foreigner's cheek
In the neck of a pure English rose,
And gave all the babies
A good dose of rabies,
Got right up the editor's nose.

(Untogether now:)

Blood, Blood, drinking our blood,
Vampires from Europe are chewing our cud.
Now England's most famous
As pure ignoramus -
So let them not shame us
By dr-i-i-i-i-nking our Blood.

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From the book Tony Blair reminds me of a budgie

A rabid bat crossed the Channel, allegedly by ferry or tunnel, and bit two English bat-lovers. Headlines were feverish.

with apologies to Flanders and Swann