Nearly forgot to have a go at this one!
Old Prince Phil wasn’t merry; he was ill,
and very, very ill was he.
He called for the Queen
and he said, “Where’ve you been?
What was under the tree for me?”
Poor old Phil, with his heart not brill,
didn’t croak, quite surprisingly.
Though we thought he might,
he put up a good fight
so he won’t miss the Jubilee.
Ninety old Phil left the hospit-ill
and a merry old soul was he.
He smiled, no less,
at the waiting Press.
(He’s a mardy git, normally!)
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