We're knights of the round table
We dance whene'er we're able
We do routines and chorus scenes
With footwork impeccable.
We dine well here in Camelot
We eat ham and jam and spam a lot.
We're knights of the Round Table
Our shows are formidable
But many times we're given rhymes
That are quite unsingable
We're opera mad in Camelot
We sing from the diaphragm a lot.
In war we're tough and able.
Between our quests we sequin vests
And impersonate Clark Gable
It's a busy life in Camelot.
I have to push the pram a lot.
Let's not go there... 'Tis a silly place.
posted on 04/17/2006 3:04:47 PM PDT
(Messing up perfectly good threads since 1998.)
Knight of Ni: We want.....
Arthur: A WHAT?
Knights of Ni: Ni! Ni!! Ni! Ni!
Arthur; No! No! Please, please, no more! We will find you a shrubbery.
Knight of Ni: You must return here with a shrubbery... or else you will never
pass through this wood... alive.
Arthur: O Knights of Ni, you are just and fair, and we will return with a
posted on 04/17/2006 3:45:50 PM PDT
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