As I was saying to the Duchess, The other day at tea, The caviar's not up to par, It doesn't look right to me. As I was saying to the Duchess, Today at her soiree, Your crepe Suzette's the worst I've ate, It tastes like a bale of hay. The Duchess said Her Majesty, And asked her for the recipe, She gave it to Her Majesty. Oh God, said the King, The Duchess called to a butler, I think his name was Jean. He cleared his throat, Your hat, your coat, The Duchess requests you leave.
