Your Finest Hour Horrible Histories (Ft. Jim Howick)

In ’44, we turned the war
D-Day made sure the foe retreated
In ’45, our troops survived
But in the vote, I am defeated

The masses spoke, though victory's mine
Chose some old bloke, ungrateful swine
There goes my power, what would have been
My finest hour

Back, in ’36 I tried to fix
The mad Idea, Hitler was charming
Then in ’38, though I gained weight
So did my case, for, rearming

In my modest way told all I was right
But lacked support, had to sit tight
Till ’39, justice was mine
Their finest hour

Though often feared
That we might lose
I kept my faith
Words, well I’d choose

"Time to bear and endure", "Never surrender"
"Blood, toil, tears, and sweat", "We shall go on to the end"
"Was never so much, owed to so few"
Their finest hour