Birmingham
'Birmingham Canals' Photo by Jimmy Guano via Wikimedia Commons Brummie born and Brummie bred – No one’s uprooted this household For generations. A heritage That spans, all told, Years and years on end. A nation in its own right, With rock music in the blood And spitfires in the soul. We travel the world despite Never leaving. More canals than Venice, Which wind through the streets And around the back doors Of a very German market. Now what’s mine is yours When it’s Shakespeare And his whole country just down the road. We’ve no need for Spanish When a bronzed-up bull does all the fighting And the accent speaks for itself. A little further, roam To India, where spices warm the air In a hearty curry, Then migrate to Tolkein’s Hobbit home That’s based on our own Mosely Bog. You see, even in fantasy, A Brummie stays put.