On the twenty first in oh, sixteen
a situation we’d never dreamed
in UK and US that came to pass
for a young man and an old lass
where leaders in music and in power
changed course in one April hour
A day has passed now filled with dread:
The Queen turned ninety and Prince turned dead.

No one expects a royal life
to live so many years through strife
alive through disco, punk and wars
still going strong over four scores.
Yet younger still by thirty three
a hero of the dance funky
in studio was found with evidence
of the Queen’s birthday and the death of Prince.

It’s sad when songsters die so young
while old live past their premium
but these two shared years ‘pon the plane
with lifestyles in no way the same.
Still tales will be told of their exploits
with politics both quite maladroit
and bards will sing of once upon
when a Queen celebrated while Prince is gone.