The Statue

I am a little statue
In a Royal Palace garden.
Water comes out my never mind
If you beg my pardon
I suffer a bit from rust
Out in weathers cold and wet
When I think of those royals in that big house
It makes me get upset.
It is very posh and big
Surely they have room for me
But they only see the pretty flowers
And only humans get a cup of tea.
They do nothing about the unruly kids
From being pelted I am bored an sick
I know it is not permitted now
But a smack would do the trick.
So if you see the Queen
Tell her to remember me
One wants somewhere warm
One wants a cup of tea.

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