Oh how the jets arrive <br /> The liners cross the sea <br /> The air is filled with smoke <br /> From cars and trains and folk <br /> All wending to old London town, To see a lady who <br /> does really belong to any Mr and you <br /> Dollars, francs, lire, All pile in to all these many days <br /> just to see the pagentry of a million ways <br /> A day of days a happy day a day just once a year <br /> just one day. That's all it is <br /> Yet marks us very proud <br /> As all these folk shout of and say <br /> A happy birthday ma'am <br /> on your offical birthday <br /> Oh what a crowd she brings <br /> So many you reign. Elizabeth on your throne <br /> May you remain <br /> And as we all salute you <br /> A happy birthday. Ma'am<br /><br />Florence Brice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ma-am/
