Mrs May’s Valentine (with apologies to Robert Burns)

My Deal is like a red, red rose

That’s sprung up in November

That makes it out-of-season

Like the EU veg we’ll remember

 

So fair art thou, my bonnie Deal

So intransigent am I;

That I will love thee still, my Deal

When the sands of time run dry

 

Till the sands of time gang dry, my Deal

And the rocks fall off the cliff;

I will love you still, my Deal

When the ships of trade don’t shift

 

And fare thee well, my only Deal!

Ah fare thee well awhile!

And I may come again, my Deal

Though jams clog every mile