RIP PICKLES

It is with a heavy heart I write this tale 
Something that will make you cry and wail
Britain's oldest swan has passed away 
Pickles was thirty when he died today 

He lived at Leeds Castle which is in Kent
Where he was both happy and content 
Treated like royalty Pickles still could fly
How sad then that it was his turn to die 

On June the third of this most awful year 
A seed cake for Pickles to bring him cheer
So fly high Pickles on your final flight 
You were without doubt a beautiful sight