Just real thoughts to you we say
Elizabeth we love this Queen
And her father George the same way
Not trumpeters who are crude and mean
God bless this Royal Queen on Thrown
Royalty love, around the globe
An uncouth blow-horn we bemoan
Music of hate fills his wardrobe.
So when your own big dog bits you,
You are properly well bitten;
And sick from pudding’s plate and souse
Never again should you walk in front a real Queen
Where does your manners lie pray tell?
Queen circled with poise and took back her spot,
No real manners in him doth dwell
More manners in Royal teapot the people said,
The super-race is his forte,
A bully sits in the House built by slaves;
Black skin souls don’t see light of day,
Brown folks over the wall like cows.
The Apprentice war has broken out,
Like South Africa’s, apartheid;
He and his followers are out;
Abuse power, in broad daylight;
As she walked steps of one force air
Jacket, on the back read these words
Don’t care do you? Only for son
The emigrant, a third wife's words heard.
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