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SIR EDWARD
And now, my dear, when good is done
T'would be remiss not to reward the gracious one
And thou art she, the League has found
Who laid our fallen brother in the ground
SIR EDWARD, THE LEAGUE
To she, our Queen, we raise our claws
T'would be remiss of us not to unite our paws
And serenade her with our tune
SIR EDWARD
So thus it falls to me as our tribune
To now present you with the biggest spoon!
THE LEAGUE
Biggest spoon
SIR EDWARD
Ahem
If you don't mind, my Lady
I'll leave the tunnel open that we may meet again
EMILY
Oh, yes, of course, Sir Edward
Ah! I almost forgot to thank you
For the pencil, I mean
SIR EDWARD
T'was my pleasure, my Queen
Written by: Emilie Autumn
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