> Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows:
> What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those?
> That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain,
> The happy highways where I went And cannot come again.

Since literary parodies seem to be all the rage, shouldn't the above
now read as follows?

Into my herd an air that kills
From yon far county [*] blows:
What are those flu-resembling ills,
What pyres offend my nose?

That is the land since FMD,
The germs washed down the drain,
Where thanks to bio-security
I cannot come again.

[*] Surrey apparently

Sorry if this has been done before.

Harry