Maypole

The elephants were dancing round a maypole and a tree
The dog in front loves the dog behind, just like you and me
The English pub collapses like a pack of English cards
I thought we’d have to die of thirst, instead we’ll have to starve
The maypole turns into the joystick of an aeroplane
The air is thin, you’re wearing specs, you look like Michael Caine
But your hair is longer and I’m sure your legs aren’t quite the same And that’s
not saying much for the rest of you