He thought he was going to be knighted,
He’ll look like a pig at the New Cattle Show.
They go on the bridge instead of going under,
Perhaps dance on the viaduct, or else it’s a wonder,
Gog and Magog won’t stand it, they bawl
out like thunder,
And weep for the good old show.
God bless the Queen, for her we may mourn,
But we think she might give England a turn,
And then perhaps she might something learn