Trash a noble, smack their noggin
The royal ones deserve a floggin'
For all the money they be hoggin'
Our minds could use a good defoggin'
We'll storm the castle, ram the gate
We'll let them know we're quite irate
They've got to share their large estate
With the peasants they so hate
Or else we'll cry "Off with their head!"
And nobles will our pitchforks dread
Because we'll fill their lungs with lead
And then go for a pint of mead
Poor folk then will rule the land
Leaders who will understand
And give the peasants all a hand
With no more taxes to demand
Until the new king gets too greedy
And starts to think that he is needy
The royalty again is seedy
And the poem we must repeat-y