No Compassionate Consideration

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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