When it comes to the subject of Harry
A pub ‘stallion’ who went off to marry
A girl with brown skin
Now he cannot win
And it’s Harry they’re planning to bury
He’s a spare just an extra just other
But much the more interesting brother
He rejected The Firm
Then made them all squirm
But I bet it would tickle his mother
Then we all heard about the royal todger
T'were used the horse lady to rodger
Far too much detail
From this royal male
But you’re payin he’s sayin so sod yer
And while Harry says like it or shove it
Kate and Wills pretend they are above it
While side-briefing the press
And channelling old Bess
It’s comeuppance in buckets, I love it
Charlie wants his big bling coronation
Qatar money and plebs' adulation
I wonder if ‘one’
Knows the monarchy’s done
Yield your loot to a tired struggling nation
Yield your loot to a tired struggling
naaaaaatiooooon…
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