A partial world will list to my lays, While Anna reigns, and sets a female name Unrival'd in the glorious lists of fame.

Royal blood isn't blue, it is a jaundiced shade of red and riddled with broken chromosomes

I am monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute, From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.

Now let us sing, long live the king.

Many a crown Covers bald foreheads.

For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.