The end of May has not yet come
She lingered on through flaming June
The faces at the windows say
This is not right why did we die?

She did not read the people's mood;
The nation's feelings misconstrued.
She thought to win and have free reign
The people made her think again.

But somehow she still carries on
For who has lost and who has won?
We carry on, we muddle through
The future's only just begun.