"When the Thin Whyte Duke And the Prince lay colde When the fools stande talle And the bigots bolde The man of orange shall seize the throne From the one they calle "The Clyntoone Crone" Then men wille weepe and children waile (The internete declare a "FAILE") To no availe fore I have seene The worlde will ende in twenty hundrede and sixteene!"
Not my own work but rather a lost quatrain of Nostradamus that I found on ancient parchment whilst dusting behind my telly!