Me and Queenie, we likes to go for a Sunday stroll on the Plain and kick aroun the badger diggins, looking for gold and such like treasure of the ancient folk. We bin searchin nigh on 25 year but still aint found more'n a few old badger bones.
Any road, we didn't 'ang about today on account of the sojer flying contraptions a buzzin and a whirrin about like a swarm of may flies. They got themsels a spot up the road where they comes back to earth every couple o hours or so - I supposes they's shovelling more coal into em.
They's magnificent things to behold but I can't 'elp thinkin that, whatever we build, the Frenchies 'll do th' same. Then we'll 'ave to make other contraptions to swat their contraptions. Then they'll do likewise, and we'll 'ave to come up with contraptions to deal with their contraptions what is swatting our contraptions, an so on an so on.
Appen we might all have been a lot wealthier stickin to fightin each other with wooden clubs.
