His rose is white, but for this king, the history is blue
Though he is York, perhaps "the" York, he's not the York you knew
He is no Conqueror, no Lion, as Shakespeare would imagine it
He did not try to rescue Zion, this last of the Plantagenets
He did not sign the document that led us to Democracy
His history is colored both by Tudors and hypocrisy
He is no Ivanhoe sub-plot, no Walter Scott romance
A tragic man without a horse, his kingdom for a chance
A twisted spine, a twisted tale, dead princes in the Tower
And now, unlike the Holy Grail, he’s found – and granted power
But here’s the part I’d like to know about his burial spot
Now that we know the tragic king was in a parking lot
Was there a more bizarre factoid, yes truly, just one more
Was there a hatchback parked above? Or was it a two-door?
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