Go, Volvo, go!

O hark! How weird! How green and beard
The lawns of elfland faintly mowing!

The drizzle falls on shopping malls
And out-of-town Tesco superstores
The long rain drips on monthly trips
To the cash-and-carry with Uncle Barry.
Go, Volvo, go! Set the wild echoes flying.
Go, Volvo — Radio 2 is dying, dying, dying.

    4 Tennyson read Benetton.

Half a league, half a league, half a league onward
Into the Food Hall rode the six hundred
Cans to the right of them, cans to the left of them
Some with baked beans in them
Others with stew!