Just
real thoughts to you we say
Elizabeth
we love this Queen
And
her father George the same way
Not
that trumpet so crude and mean
God
bless this Royal Queen on Thrown
Royalty
love, around the globe
America’s
trumpet bemoan
Music
of hate fills his wardrobe.
So
when your own big dog bit you,
You
are properly well bitten;
He
likes pudding’s plate and souse too,
But
walked in front Queen of Britain,
Where
does his manners lie pray tell?
Queen
circled him, took back her spot,
No
real manners in him doth dwell
More
manners in Royal teapot,
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