Long, long ago
In China, I'm told
To Englad was traded
Some tea
And so sealed the fate
In pieces of eight
of England and
All of the world
Yeh.

Poppieees!

But soon His Majesty
Sent soldiers and thieves
To India
Searching for gold
Instead, from the ground,
Some magic they found
Of something far better,
I'm told

Poppies.
Yeh.
Poppies.

And now this story's told
From days of our old
When gossamer doggies
Ran round
They patiently wait
With pieces of eights
So every-body
Can smile
One more tiiime...

Poppies.
Yeh.
Poppies.