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The Royal anointment wouldn’t be seen
But before he headed behind a screen
Quickly constructed round Edward’s Thone
For Charles and Justin on their own
Of regal clothes they made him strip
(We feared he might be getting the whip!)
But special oil it was instead
Behind the screens to grease his head
And it wasn’t chip-oil in the Primate’s hand
It was Chrism Oil from the Holy Land
I wondered if His Majesty felt a chill
Standing there in his undies still
And this was not the hardest bit
But soon a chance to put on his kit!