Um poema de Ezra Pound retirado dos Collected Shorter Poems:
NATIONAL SONG (E.C.)
There is no land like England
Where banks rise day by day.
There are no banks like English banks
To make the people pay.
There is no such land of castles
Where an Englishman is free
To read his smutty literature
With muffins at his tea.
For the French have comic papers--
Not that nice Britons read'em,
But the hawdy little Britons
Have bank sharks to blead'em
And to keep an eye on their readin' matter
Lest they should overhear the distressing chatter
Of the new economical theories
And ask inconvenient queries.