Elizabeth and Leicester
Beating oars
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores
South-west wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
                          Weialala leia
                          Wallala leialala

Yes, our excess
is somehow less

Shakespeare then
Now Dancing with the Stars

Where Wren built beauty
We throw up banality

And... the sick are healed
The poor need not die cold

The Queen reigns
No longer rules

We have received
Our daily bread

But have been
Led into temptation

Mistaking accumulation
for arete

Exchanging wisdom
for wealth