Our school had a problem:
the principal was mean
so I wrote a letter
to the dear old Queen.
She wanted a new job.
She claimed that she was bored.
So she kicked him out
and took over our ward.
We all are royal slaves
who’ve sworn to study hard
and never pick a fight
when on the school yard.
Our school is more grand.
Our school’s much more chic.
At lunch we have banquets
with jubilees each week.
The Queen is very nice.
She lets us wear her crown
and she decrees “recess”
whenever there’s a frown.
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