A Tribute to the Late Queen

Her kindly smile and her small frame 
Belied the steel resolve that lay 
Beneath her corgis, horses, play, 
The hunt and taste for her wild game. 

With Paddington and President, 
She dined and gave the world a taste 
Of grace and whimsy interlaced, 
For she would go where duty sent 

And never murmur or complain, 
But freely served her commonwealth, 
Until at last her own poor health 
Her vital energy had drain’d.  

Thus now we bid our* Queen adieu  
‘Til He shall come who makes all new. 


*Our Queen, for we loved her too!