This land is my land

It's lore in my family that once we were the owners of huge amounts of land. if you go back in time about 100 generations we all came from the same stock, some say around india, others central africa (or was that earlier?). well, about 40 generations ago (not long is it?) as the ice age receded back north, my lot drifted back up from sunning themselves in the south of france. out of a need for freedom, and space, we crossed over the land near folkestone, and strolled north. we liked it near a great river, and were too lazy to go round or cross, so we pulled together some reeds and built a makeshift camp at that spot. bout where the elephant is now. was ok. salmon n trout every day. we'd catch some small ponies n go riding. sometimes we'd pull up our sticks and go north, once going as far as scotia, but we were beaten back by midgies. we went to the west, but got tired going up mountains and being rained upon. apart from dreadful bears, wolves an beasties there was nobody. so getting back to the elephant, my ancestor declared this land ours. he promptly pulled off the undergarment of the tartlet that had come along for the ride, stuck it on a stick. things were great for several generations. as a race my family might be overtly lazy, but they aint stupid. they made fires and ate roast pig n dedgehog. one day, as the sun was rising, a huge shadow was cast upon my crew. it came from the south and it was a crowd of foreigners. god, they was ugly. they said, (if we understood em correctly as they were not accomplished in language skills at all, i am not saying they were thick but....)...they said 'what are you lot doing on our land'. one of my lot fell out of his hammock. 'we've been 'ere generations' my lot exclaimed, loudly and in unison. ' no matter' said the ugliest one. THEN they set about my lot giving 'em a right pasting. it is true that for all time my gene has been a bit soft and pretty, but it is not like we asked for trouble. our leader had banned all forms of violence and bad use of language more than 20 years earlier. many have said that it was actually illegal to be ugly, indeed none of my lot were. we fled for fear of losing more than our looks. upto the fens, where we hid for a long long time. we only felt safe about a hundred years ago, and then we went back to the elephant, expecting to find our ancestral pile of reeds. alas. things had moved on. millions of ugly looking people had built all sorts of things over all our country.
you never get over this sort of loss. the american indians, the indian indians, the south american indians, the australian indians all feel the same. and everybody is symphathetic, even giving them loadsa money and land. the indian indians got a whole country. my lot are staking a claim. we want our land back. it was stolen from us by violence and uglyness. both were illegal under our laws. i think you will understand where i'm coming from. this land is my land