Hener was the hero-king, Heaven-born, dear to us, Showing his shield A shelter for peace.

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.