"She's coming," the farmer said to the owl.
"Oh, what shall I, what shall I do?
Shall I bow when she comes?
Shall I twiddle my thumbs?"
The owl asked, "Who?"
"The Queen, the Queen, the royal Queen—
She'll pa** the farm today.
Shall I salute?" he asked the horse.
The horse said, "Nay."
"Shall I give her a gift?" he asked the wren.
"A lovely memento for her to keep?
An egg or a peach or an ear of corn?"
The wren said, "Cheap."
"But should I curtsy or should I cheer?
Oh, here's her carriage now.
What should I do?" he asked the dog.
The dog said, "Bow."
And so he did, and so she pa**ed,
Oh, tra lala lala,
"She smiled, she did!" he told the sheep.
The sheep said, "Bah."