A doyen of Topiary once told me,
  That one day he would like to grow a maze,
  It seemed to be quite logical
  That this should be his wish.
  And with that
  We both went our separate ways.
    They said you died at 7:00 ("seven") due to something in your head.
  I asked the Sister why it wasn't someone else instead!
  Tonight I cry myself a bath of tears and ask the world,
  "Why is Rod Hull alive, and getting paid as well!?"
    I heard a palace spokesman mention Sarah.
  Said she'd known the groins of Jaques LaFitte.
  She's well-prepared to be a standard-bearer.
  As pure as the proverbial driven sleet!
    Halfway up the Wrekin with an empty flask of tea,
  A fog descends and takes away my visibility.
  Yet in this Helen Keller state, I'd still quite like to know
  Why is Rod Hull alive, and getting paid as well!
    And I wonder if they'll bring back
  National Service and the Birch
  And I wonder must I doubt if
  They'll ever bring back The Watney Cup!
    [ Thanks Bingo McDingo for correction ]