Let’s emulate Liberia
with measurements superior;
once more we’ll weigh our cereal
in ounce and pound imperial.

And why not copy Myanmar –
use p.s.i. and ditch the bar?
Farewell to Celsius’s scale,
let Fahrenheit’s degrees prevail.

We’ll mimic, too, the USA,
where inch and foot and yard hold sway.
Re-join our ancient, fabled roots;
swap forty-three for size nine boots.

The metric system’s made us dense,
so let’s use shillings, crowns and pence.
The past returns, what’s old is new,
like passports which again are blue.