"Hey Henry, don't whack off my head,
 Without it, I could end up dead,
 And I do not deserve this lot
 So here's a good idea I got.
  
 I'll go away and be a nun,
 But it won't stop us having fun!
 You'll marry Jane, but when you're bored
 You'll want the queen you once adored!
  
 Remember how you broke your vow
 When you divorced the Spanish cow?
 Well Jane won't satisfy your need
 When all her innards up and bleed.
  
 You'll be distressed! You'll wanna bone
 When you recall I made you moan,
 And you can pay a chamber call
 When I am at the convent hall."
  
 "No Annie! This here plan won't do!
 I have to rid myself of you!
 I hate your guts! You had no son
 God will not let you give me one!
  
 I called the convent broad in France
 And she replied, 'There's not a chance!'
 She said, 'No no! It would be queer,
 If Anne Boleyn was living here!
  
 She won't fit in! She hates the pope,
 Says Martin Luther's not a dope,
 Her mouth is big,  her hair's too long,
 I'm sure we'd never get along!
  
 She's gotta die! She must be dead
 So you can have a boy instead
 If Seymour croaks from giving birth
 You'll find a dame with better worth!'
  
 So, Anne, I gave the thing a try
 Since I am such a sweetie pie,
 But as you see, I got no choice,
 With Rome, we simply have no voice!
  
 "But Henry! You made ME the queen!
 I boned you when your leg was green!
 I faked it when we were in bed
 So now you're gonna have my head?"
  
 "YEP"
  
 "Phooey..."