God save the queen
Her mind kept pristine
Those grave odysseys
And nods really spell defeat
Crusades that paved the way
For colonial rule one day
Her true colours on display
In a jilted serenade
Up and down the strand
Costing many a grand
The taxpayer bears the price
Of this lizard after mice
I rhyme this verse in couplets
For diamonds really are rough kid
Let's pull the blinds again
Over the iron curtain my friend
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