I just had a mental image of Steve graciously giving ole Lizzie a cute little parakeet as a way of making peace with the royals for his years of abuse so that the nation can heal, grow and tackle the problems of the day in harmony. Queenie politely thanks our young, well intentioned Straummalamabingbong then promptly lashes out her prehensile tongue grasping the fine avian specimen firmly and devouring it whole in one gulp.
Stroomyboombaloombi, horrified at this loudly proclaims "Oh HELL noes!!! IT'S ON NOW, [REDACTED]!" as Queenie grins and replies "But Steve, you KNEW I was one of the Reptilian Illuminati" and cackles maniacally as her guards rush in to drag him away to the Tower of London.
The moral of the story?
Birds are delicious.