This is a Poppy, in which we wear,
The Pride of Britain, which we can bear.
The Poppy, The Poppy, such rich colour of Red,
That lies here, in the flowerbed.

We wear it, we praise it, we share it’s joy,
You and me, a girl and boy.
We wear these flowers on Armistice Day,
To show our care to you in every way.

Some people ask “What does it say?”
We say to them “It says: our soldiers were at bay.”
To defend our country from the bad,
So that we would remember them, ever so sad.

The Poppy, which the British wear,
The Pride of Britain, which the British can bear.
The Poppy, The Poppy, such rich colour of Red,
That lies here, in the flowerbed.