Proper gate.

Born a mongrel of two nations

and having been bitten by them both

I as a young man swore to myself an oath

forever would I sit here, high upon my fence

until you stupid people would start to see some sense

there's no difference between you except your mother tongue

and even the air you share is natures only lung

so quit your petty squabbles and put aside your hate

as my fence is old and it needs a proper gate...