Jubilee
Crow said, What's with this Jubilee stuff?
Wasn't once enough?
Coaches and carriages,
Births and marriages.
Furbelows and fripperies,
Funerals and Jubilees.
Rank and rotten,
Soon forgotten.
Just as well,
Ding dong bell.
But what do I know?
Hell, what do I know,
Said Crow, pulling a worm from the ground
Which he ate with a scrunchy sort of a sound.
You're a long time dead,
Crow said.
Improved (doncha think?)
Jubilee
Crow said, what's with this Jubilee stuff?
Wasn't once enough?
Rank, rotten,
And best forgotten.
Births, marriages,
Funerals and Jubilees.
Coaches, carriages,
Furbelows and fripperies.
But Liz rules OK,
That's what they say.
And what do I know,
Hell, what do I know?
Crow pulled a worm from the ground.
He ate it with a scrunchy sort of a sound.
You're a long time dead, said Crow.
Mind how you go.
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