Sixty years in the making,
Four days of pomp and pageantry,
Giddy-up, giddy-up,
The sun reflects off the stirrups,
The armada sets sail,
The river teaming with oars,
A guard of honour lines the route,
A magic horse opens up the clouds,
A sea of ants sets up camp beneath a clear sky,
Crotches and quavers ring out for "Mummy" and co,
The ants dance, shout and sing,
A million diamonds launched into the sky,
Her loyal subjects offer their thanks,
Together with the roar of fast jets,
Trooping the colours of red, white and blue,
United we say in God save the Queen.
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