I keep hearing announcements of the old dear’s passing, Since I shall probably be out of the country when she does croak, here is my own obituary:
When she 'umbled Galtieri,
An' 'is dago devils drowned,
'Oo wept at 'ome but fairy
Politicians givin' sound
To treasons writ abroad in Mother Russia?
But now she's 'ad 'er innings,
An' it's time to call the score,
An' it's England's loss and winnings
What matters much the more,
Let's say to all the lefty scum what 'oped to crush 'er:
Oh, she was a blue war monger,
An' a bit o' a tyrant too,
An' ravin' mad with 'unger
For power - just likes you!
