Hip Hip, Hip Hip, Hip Hip, Hooray!
It's little George's first birthday.
Raise a glass, let's all go wild,
And celebrate this Royal child.
While in a land not far away
The young of Gaza die today.
Their parents can do nought but grieve
It's only death that they receive.
Young George will live a life of ease
He'll never have to say "Oh, please"
His privilige will never cease
He'll sleep at night, in perfect peace.
In Gaza children beg for bread
They sleep in ruins, not in bed.
So, George, you have a happy day
With Gaza oh so far away!!
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Owain Glyn
