Soup Polonaise, Wombat Ribs, Veal, Chicken, Dog, Pie Oats, Loaves of Turkey,
Charlotte Roots, Ice Pudding, Salad, Fruit, Boiled Beef
Artichoke a la Medre,
Cauliflower a la Medre
What?
Do you think that I'm the em
peror of fancy land?
That you spend such a lot?
And let's eat to my fill
As we plot how to kill
The king and his heirs
Cutting them half into squares
Cutting them half into squares
Firing them under the stairs
My good friends,
it's time to decide on this plot for our red side
Let's hear everyone's views
We should poison the king
with a tin in his lunch
He'll fall down dead when
he starts in a munch
And I will be king
Ooh, what a vile thing
I think we should give him
a ter rible blow
that splits him open from head on
to toe with a sword.
Let's give him a bust
before he looks so fancy.
What if he kicks you
because on review he wears great
ironclad shoes
that hurt very much and
leave a great stain?
If I had any sense,
I'd renounce you myself,
get out of this mess,
and get me some cash for my pain.
Hey, why would you do that?
Traitor, a coward, villain, a skunk.
Come and tell me that it is time.
If that's the answer, then it is time.
Traitor, a coward, vil lain, a skunk.
I think it'd be good in
the way that we should
Throw ourselves on him all at once
Falling and shouting,
calling and clouting
When it's agreed,
I'll tread on his toes
He'll kick at a knee,
med -ride, bellow
And into the fray you will fly
Into the fray you will fly
And I, and I will be king