From Queen Elizabeth to Harold Wilson.


That you would be ancient and a bit moated,
the homeless beggar totted,
going round the tottering piles,
mile after country miles.

You could learn a bit Cameroon,
a nasty party that came to soon,
tax the rich 'till the pips squeak,
dancing gentle and meek.

The right to form a union of trades,
that makes the service of the maids,
as equal as a giro in a squat,
that the teacher has not a lot.

From the cradle to the grave
and the free rave,
gentle politeness covers a multitude of sins,
consign this government to the council bins.

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