Seasons Of Windsor

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Queen E, Queen E, why are you so glum?
Why, when you rule the entire King-dom!
Buckingham’s hall’s getting too draughty?
That just means you’ll have to be crafty.

No need to fret when temperatures fall,
The government’s got grants, give them a call.
No one will think the Windsors are fools,
Needing a hand to warm family jewels.

So, fifteen million isn’t enough?
Thousands are homeless, but you’re living rough.
Countless abodes, those beautiful swans,
Trade them for shares or premium bonds.

Pawn those pearls that hang around your throat,
Raffle off Land’s End or John O’ Groats.
How about a boot sale, sell all your tat;
Maybe a whip-round, pass’us yer hat.

If after this you still can’t get through,
Try the Dole, but be warned there’s a queue.
Give us a ring, you can call collect,
Chances are good we’ll even accept.