I don't fix real wonky Queens
and aren't some even stupider hopeless Utopian
As there's one thing harder to fix than all her Christendom put together
Put some woman up upon a pedestel
(even if like Silas she was she says stabbed in the back
by her pious becassocked, chief godscquad quack )
two years, draggin the truculent old nag to water
AND at last i made her drink!
that really is what you call winning the war
after loosin' every battle.
But it wouldnt be if not for her equal...here.
