In the Isles of all things British
Where once a fat Queen sat
Upon a throne of power-prone
In a diamond-studded hat
Collecting golden ornaments
Her subjects pedalled to adorn
Bejewelled in fancy overcoats
The kind of quality well worn
Well Indulged and served upon
in a Star-studded gilded shrine
Like a wing-clipped tower Raven
Who can’t escape the royal shrine
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