There’s a jubilant buzz over Wapping,
They’re embroidering banners in Slough,
And even in Ealing, the people are feeling
A touch patriotic for now.
When she came to the throne, there was smog in
The City (no “traders” or “killings”),
And some of our money was still rather funny;
A crown was worth only five shillings.
But the crown that she bears on her noggin
Is a jewel beyond any price;
Sixty years she has worn it, though scoundrels would pawn it
To fund their republican vice.
So we think that it’s all simply topping;
We’ve sent her a Jubilee text:
“Dear Elizabeth R, what a stayer you are,
And your Platinum Jubilee’s next!”
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