On the occasion of some dude marrying some lady in a national park in Berkshire

ALL-PURPOSE POEM FOR STATE OCCASIONS

The nation rejoices or mourns As this happy or sombre day dawns Our eyes will be wet As we sit round the set, Neglecting our flowerbeds and lawns.

As Her Majesty rides past the crowd, They’ll be silent or cheer very loud But whatever they do It’s undoubtedly true That they’ll feel patriotic and proud.

In Dundee and Penzance and Ealing We’re imbued with appropriate feeling: We’re British and loyal And love every royal And tonight we shall drink ‘till we’re reeling.