So many years you’ve worked in a job
You never sought to do it did you, Ma’am?
But your Uncle married Wallis Simpson
It was then so unavoidable: so set
You would be Queen: you were: you are now
Those 60 years have passed, how fast they flew
With you upon the throne you saw the change
You see the change and yet you rise above
Consistent in a land you love, a land you serve
Duty, dignity, experience still
Few would trade you places if they could, you know
None could hope to do your job so well.