Classic Poem

When the gorse is on the heather
And the larch is on the downs,
When the throstles flock together
And the fen is tinged with browns,
When on tea and scones you're feeding
Mid the cawing of the rooks,
Then you know that you've been reading
Those there classy English books.

When the bishop and the vicar
Drink their toddy at the club,
And the cockney takes his liquor
With the coster at the pub,
When a phrase like “He's a bleeding
Fool” will call forth scornful looks,
Then you know that you've been reading
Those there classy English books.