A pacesetter
A goal getter
A prizefighter
A bar raiser
A queen so known
Ever from the dawn
Is today forever gone
Living the world to mourn
Seventy years on the throne
Ninety-six sights of the sun
And the stars and the moon
And the queenly kind tone
What else needs to be told?
If death cares for silver and gold
And diamond or anything the hand can hold
Then the royal will need not to be consoled
Indeed death is strict
No matter the prospect
It has no iota of respect
And there is none it cannot affect
Alas
This exodus
Is felt by every class
Everywhere in the Atlas