Cry for Prince Harry I’ll not shed a tear
His protection will cost us dear
But the only crown he’ll ever wear
Is his ring of monk-like hair
I find it hard to sympathise
With someone who gets free chopper rides
To his bolt-hole on the coast
Where lovely Meg will butter his toast
He’s done good work it cannot be denied
It seems he won’t toss that aside
But he’s bored of flunkies and Royal sages
And prying tabloids with their lurid pages
One day maybe we'll see him back
With Archie readied for the flak
And in these times where everyone wins
Wills and Harry will be joint kings
Donald Keyman
