I never stay empty for long,
my destiny, it is forgone,
whenever one bum is removed,
the next one, already approved,
takes its predestined position,
devoid of the least inhibition,
it's a matter of royal ascent,
determined by family descent,
the honour goes to the firstborn,
who's noodle a crown shall adorn,
there's no time for the faint-hearted,
as soon as one has departed,
no hour is permitted to pass,
ere they lower their majestic arse,
appointments are scrubbed,
and forelocks are tugged,
as the vassals are prompted to sing
in unison, "God Save the King".