Through the undergrowth peers startled human eyes
At figures tramping through the surf in disguise
The first of many landings that would amount to an invasion
A simple people that would be conquered and led by the nose
Finally to perish by the innocuous common cold and the dose
Fast forward where this land of wood and much water
Would change hands between it’s many European masters
brian roy skyers
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