What has been the cost of The golden Rape fields

The History of the Rape is not a long one
Growers were told that they could earn a crust
By grubbing up their old an ancient fruit trees
And replacing them with Rape which was a must
That made me kind of sigh for that mean’t apples
particularly and pears would go abroad
And we would have the supermarket varieties
For at that point was all we could afford.

Subsidies were handed out to growers
To lay in fields of Rape and they would be
Rewarded by good yields and better margins
And that would stop them struggling instantly
For the supermarkets went abroad for apples
for juices no love lost for orchards here
For very little difference they would bugger off
Saying that home produce was too dear

Only pennies in it but no matter
Hard and fast they skipped it off to Spain
And left our growers wrestling with their mortgages
The weather, and the taxes and the pain
So Rape was introduced two kinds the oil seed
And the other more Industrial kind of Rape
Both yield fields of floral yellow character
And the growers kind of got a clean escape

The fact that it kills Hares and other wild life
With its obnoxious heady kind of smell
with Erucic acid prevalent
And clearly many now content
To take it up and run with it and pay
GM crazed Monsanto has cleared their desk
And most organic souls ave gone away
And we in Britain scratch around
For an organic apple
There’s a few but not as many as before
Once upon a time there were 200
But now well I’m not exactly sure
A plethora of blossom the wonder of bouquets
But that is where we’ve got to
We’ve entered a malaise
Its the hyper and the super
Who make a pile of dough
And the poor old British Growers
Well no one wants to know.

What we want can never get a look in
We’re deleted from the equation in a trice
It what they want to do that really matters
To say we all gave up well isn’t nice
But what we did was hand the trade to others
Let them take advantage of our soul
And that’s how Rape has been able to dominate
And in a nutshell take over control.

If you ever fly and land at Heathrow Airport
These golden plots stick out like a sore thumb
The ignorant think its mustard
Most say, it does look pretty
As for me and a few more, I go numb
Knowing it, is of a because hefty subsidy
No pay out and no rape you can be sure
But it now kind of establishes a principle
And GM now is knocking on the door

And now probably we will never have our apples
Back, a’ growing in our true and honest land
Pears and Cherries, Plums and Berries
There isn’t the demand
All sorts of really tropical emotion
Is flooding to our shores
it seems to me
tasteless all the same sized shiny wonders
That wrinkle and go soft immediately
Rape has spread like wildfire in a forest
And huge great scapes you find them everywhere
We’ve lost a lot of fruit trees that were dear to us
And in their place great fields of pure despair.