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We went to the tower, We went to the zoo, We saw every flower In the gardens at Kew. We saw King Charles a-prancing On his long tailed horse, And thought him more entrancing Than better kings, of course. At a strange early hour, In St. James's palace yard, We watched in a shower The changing of the guard. And I said, what a pity, To have just a week to spend, When London is a city Whose beauties never end!