Clever, clever us— silly, silly them,
Simpletons who cannot tell a trinket from a gem.
Mumbo, jumbo them— eyeing-up our toys,
What have they to offer us but avarice and noise?
Homely, homely us— far off, far off them,
Funny names upon a map, streets of filth and phlegm.
Hopeless, hopeless them— it was ever thus:
Oil and ore is all we need to save the likes of us!