May 2020
The Queen is in the Tower,
She decrees to step out;
But the bouffant needs some tending,
And Royal chin y chin hairs sprout.
The Queen is in the Tower,
She dines well when she eats;
But Lizzie's in a tizzy now,
No walk-abouts on her street.
The Queen is in the Tower,
Standard at full mast;
When the Union Flag is lowered,
Royal Heirs will know she passed.
She decrees to step out;
But the bouffant needs some tending,
And Royal chin y chin hairs sprout.
The Queen is in the Tower,
She dines well when she eats;
But Lizzie's in a tizzy now,
No walk-abouts on her street.
The Queen is in the Tower,
Standard at full mast;
When the Union Flag is lowered,
Royal Heirs will know she passed.
Good old Queen Bee. Canada should abolish our connection with that expensive royal habit we have, and get on with being a Republic, like Ireland.
Written by
Francie Lynch
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