Friday, sixth day of May
two thousand and five,
the red flag was flying high.
Prime Minister Blair
was still in the Chair.
We were so happy
we cried.
A new term, a third term,
a 'top of the world' term,
no other colour would do!
Our first Lady, Cherie
was smiling with glee,
and we all drank a toast
to Her Majesty:
QUEEN ELIZABETH.
July 2008
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