They sold their goats and all their sheep,
Travel to utopia didn't come cheap,
For many long days travelled overland,
Through fields of green and desert sands.
At last they came to the north of France,
To stay in Calais and await their chance,
They suffered much disappointing pain,
As many refugees there planned the same.
One cold dark night they seized their chance,
Stowed away in a grain lorry leaving France,
Through border checks they held their breath,
Knowing chaff from the grain could be their death.
Passing through the checks their hearts did pound,
Fearful of what would happen if they were found,
At last border checks and formalities complete,
Not discovered today, driven out to the street.
Spent many months here disillusioned and broke,
Left Bradford town headed for London, (the smoke),
No benefits here in this rather large City,
We'll go via Dover at least the views pretty,
They were caught in a lay-by shopped by a newspaper,
Bereft of a story they stopped the immigrants caper,
Finally taken to a courtroom with everything legal,
Taxpayers spent thousands of pounds their fate to inveigle.
Put on a grand aeroplane for a comfy flight back,
They said "worth all the effort just for a Big Mack,
It beats all the curry that we used to eat,
Mind you, occasionally it could be a treat.
Arriving back home in new clothes and looking tanned,
Their envious neighbours said a trip they had planned,
It looks like you've done well, could be the same for us,
We'll pay a bit more and go there by bus!

Do nothing and nothing happens.