My Mother The Queen - The Queen Mother -

Twin bulwarks and bastions bold -

Are not concrete blocks -

Nor disposable crocks -

But as ancient as Britain is old -

I have not a whiff of ambition -

To take their non-functional place -

I've issued denials -

These venerable piles

Are our symbols of civilised grace -

Now proud on our family's salver

Stand this pot - and this cellar - sublime -

Our stadium stands -

With our life in their glands -

Until Mandelson tells me It's Time -