Sixty years upon the throne
Sword aloft to raise a Knight
Never needed payday loan
Or understood a pauper's plight.
Privileged from birth to grave
Without a cloud to mar the sky
The masses crave a Monarch's wave
With eager voice they all will cry;
"God save the Queen, God save the King
God save the Prince of Wales"
We don't mind if they're Germans
Even Greeks, if all else fails.
We were born as subjects
To bend low and know our place
We should be bloody grateful
Just to gaze upon that face.
That they should spend our hard-earned cash
Is but their Royal right
Lackeys wake them up each day
And tuck them in at night.
They need their gold-lined palaces
Their castles give them joy
They can hide their indiscretions
And keep out the Hoi Polloi.
Of course they bring in tourists
With their dollars and their yen
Who never catch a glimpse of them
So back they come again.
We love our Royal family
They make us feel secure
We don't mind if they cost us
Fifty million every year!
So sixty years of service
is a feat to celebrate
We'll get an extra day off work
It's what makes Britain Great!!!!
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Owain Glyn
