Upon high throne the Iona queen doth sit
From lofty seat she lauds over us all
The servile answer to her every call
She wields a most authoritative hit
None shall try to take her top position
For she is regent of the regal realm
Verily preordained twas her supreme helm
We subjects recognize this condition
Our eyes are trained on her everything
Wavering our attentions must not be
She wears the crown of importance so well
Hail her reign may it continue to ring
The peoples of her land filled with glee
Her majesty hath a rule which is so swell