Bravely bold Sir Robin Rode forth from Camelot.
He was not afraid to die,
Oh brave Sir Robin.
He was not at all afraid
To be killed in nasty ways.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin.

He was not in the least bit scared
To be mashed into a pulp.
Or to have his eyes gouged out,
And his elbows broken.
To have his kneecaps split
And his body burned away,
And his limbs all hacked and mangled
Brave Sir Robin.

His head smashed in
And his heart cut out
And his liver removed
And his bowls unplugged
And his nostrils raped
And his bottom burnt off
And his pen.....

Brave Sir Robin ran away.
Bravely ran away away.
When danger reared it's ugly head,
He bravely turned his tail and fled.
Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about
And gallantly he chickened out.

****Bravely**** taking to his feet,
He beat a very brave retreat.
Bravest of the braaaave, Sir Robin!

Yes let those with the courage lead the way!

Show us the courage, oh well-heeled brethren patriots, the courage it takes to shop for just the right luggage set and fill it with summerwear! Show us how to liquidate your holdings and shove them in offshore accounts! Bravely show us how to buy a vinyard or a shorefront property or daringly show us how to score a house in a gated community of retirees just like you! Yes, you see the battle front approaching and bravely know how to run the other way!

We shall never forget your brave deeds of bravery  you brave expats you.