Motorist: It's too dangerous on the street.
Burn a question mark on their front lawn.
It's the only way they can own a soul.
Motorist: I thought I was on a merry-go-round.
So the Germans can march in the shade.
British ... a paedestrian... *grabs coat, shuffles out of room in silent shame*
Dead ant, dead ant, dead ant dead ant dead ant dead annnnnt, deaaad ant.