On The Death Of Dookie, the Royal CorgiDear old Dookie! Now he's resting
In his kennel in the sky.
Times like these are rather testing:
Dead dogs make one want to cry.
Lively Corgi, I recall him
Nipping at my ankle bone
On that very special morning
As I knelt before the throne.
How he made the Palace brighter
With his funny little ways.
Once he ate a Bishop's mitre;
Oh my word, what happy days.
Now, alas, his bark is muzzled.
All around is drear and glum.
Unope'd stands the food once guzzled:
Tins of 'Pal' and cans of 'Chum'.
Royal servant, faithful fellow,
Will we see his like again?
Though the days are turning mellow
We could still be in for rain.