Day No. 36: Singalot

Well, when you're in a dungeon and someone's reading really bad poetry to you, and your ears are bleeding a mile a minute, you can't help but wonder if humanity's gone to hell in a handbasket. Then you remember the good old days when you hear real good songs like "Camelot". Those were the days of our lives...

We're Knights of the Round Table
We dance when e're 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
Quite indefatigable
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

I cannot stress enough how this song keeps me sane. All thanks to Eric, Terry, John and the killer rabbit.