Let’s have a look at my recipe…

Love, tolerance, harmony

Respect for each other, respect for ourselves

You won’t find these ingredients on supermarket shelves.

So I’ll fetch myself a mixing bowl

And smear a baking tin with grease

Stick in my mix at gas mark six

And bake a cake called ‘peace’.

And when it’s cooled and ready for slicing

I can cut you a piece of the peace cake

A slice with some icing

‘Cause peace is sweet – and it’s free

There’s nothing dodgy about it

I just want to scream and shout it

“This cake don’t taste of faeces!

Come and see how sweet the cake of peace is!”

But it seems that some folk are on a low sugar diet,

They don’t want to let their people eat cake

‘Cause they’re on the make from a wake of ill feelin’

“Stay away from the cake – it’s got lemon peel in!

Ingredients like that bring a tear to your eye,

Here come sample our low fat, low sugar – American pie

Guaranteed no lumps of unsightly gristle,

Here try some … or this’ll …be the day that you die”

But I want the full fat, high sugar, high cholesterol peace cake!

And if you won’t bake a cake, then bake peace into a flapjack

With sugar, oats and treacle and send it to Iraq

Instead of serving them fluff from your bum crack

Don’t give Iraq the flak for the lack of cake.

Bake peace into a cake and give everyone a piece,

And when my brother comes round and his daughter wants a slice

I’ll be like every good uncle should be … yeah … nice

And offer it to her freely