The Coronation
The King’s Breakfast is served! We have raided Balmoral’s below-stairs for the finest ironstone wares – everything is for sale, bequeathed by her late majesty.
The King sobbed, “Oh, deary me!”
And went back to bed.
“Nobody,”
He whimpered,
“Could call me
A fussy man;
I only want
A little plate returned for
My bread!”
The King asked
The Queen, and
The Queen asked
The Dairymaid:
“Could we have a plate returned for
The Royal slice of bread?”
The Queen asked the Dairymaid,
The Dairymaid
Said, “Certainly,
I’ll go and tell A G Hendy & Co
Before they go to bed.”
