All Hail the Republic

The concept of a royal family Is such a ludicrous thing, Products of privileged inbreeding Worshipped as Queen or king. So, when the current one dies And, I stress, and only then He should be replaced by A broody, fat farmyard hen. Clucketty MacCluck theyll call her: She’ll be so much cheaper to pay With less embarrassing behaviour And unlikely to stray or play away. She’ll be properly fed on Only the finest of fine corn And she can cluck for the public Every other Tuesday morn. As for the current royal family I’m not quite sure what to do. It’s such a revolutionary scheme I’ve not yet fully thought it through. Logic suggests they must be Of some as yet undiscovered use Maybe caretake ex palaces to Keep them tidy, neat and spruce., I suppose really if, and only if, My scheme comes to pass They could with quiet dignity Just be put out to grass. Oh the concept is astounding The implications even more I’m more than amazed that Nobody’s thought of it before. Once that archaic system Is become a part of our past Perhaps we can move towards A just and equal society at last. But, then again, a warning thought, Our politicos are such a corrupt lot Perhaps we'll be much better off Keeping the system that we've got