Hedges.
Welcome to my home in urban tranquility
A haven for normal domestic docility
They’re clipping the hedges and keeping them neat
There is pride in belonging in our little street
Nothing outlandish and nothing confronting
Except for street parties with champagne and bunting
God bless newspaper round thirty three
There’s bingo in Heaven for my neighbours and me
They’re all held together with strict social pledges
By words and by deeds, and by clipping the hedges.
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