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I do hereby make a motion
In hopes of your approval
That after our removal
From this most unpleasant ocean
We all say farewell
To vanity and strife
And in some dale
Pursue the Simple Life.
What a royal, royal notion!
I second Charles's motion.
I thank you, noble Prussian.
Let us open the discussion.
Yo-ho!
Sh!
Charles Edward's plan appeals to me.
What good are pomp and riches?
Let's wash our hands of luxury
In irrigation ditches.
I'm sick of plot and counterplot;
They never fail to thicken.
Let's find a humble rustic spot,
And cultivate the chicken.
Ah, what pregnant observations!
I thank you for your patience.
Point of order, Mr. Chairman.
The floor is yours, King Hermann.
Yo-ho!
Ugh. Ugh.
Sh!
We kings live so unpleasantly;
Our lives are hard and lonely.
Let's form a happy peasantry
For former monarchs only.
I'll trade my kingdom for a hoe,
My scepter for a shovel,
And make the red, red roses grow
Around our happy hovel.
What a very sweet suggestion!
I hereby move the question.
I second Charles's move, sirs.
Say "Aye" if you approve, sirs.
Yo-ho!
Aye!
Ugh!
We have passed Charles Edward's motion,
And now if we can manage
Without excessive damage
The motion of this ocean,
We'll all say farewell
To vanity and strife
And in some dale
Pursue the Simple Life.
Yo-ho for the Simple Life.
Yo-ho.
Ugh. Ugh.
In hopes of your approval
That after our removal
From this most unpleasant ocean
We all say farewell
To vanity and strife
And in some dale
Pursue the Simple Life.
What a royal, royal notion!
I second Charles's motion.
I thank you, noble Prussian.
Let us open the discussion.
Yo-ho!
Sh!
Charles Edward's plan appeals to me.
What good are pomp and riches?
Let's wash our hands of luxury
In irrigation ditches.
I'm sick of plot and counterplot;
They never fail to thicken.
Let's find a humble rustic spot,
And cultivate the chicken.
Ah, what pregnant observations!
I thank you for your patience.
Point of order, Mr. Chairman.
The floor is yours, King Hermann.
Yo-ho!
Ugh. Ugh.
Sh!
We kings live so unpleasantly;
Our lives are hard and lonely.
Let's form a happy peasantry
For former monarchs only.
I'll trade my kingdom for a hoe,
My scepter for a shovel,
And make the red, red roses grow
Around our happy hovel.
What a very sweet suggestion!
I hereby move the question.
I second Charles's move, sirs.
Say "Aye" if you approve, sirs.
Yo-ho!
Aye!
Ugh!
We have passed Charles Edward's motion,
And now if we can manage
Without excessive damage
The motion of this ocean,
We'll all say farewell
To vanity and strife
And in some dale
Pursue the Simple Life.
Yo-ho for the Simple Life.
Yo-ho.
Ugh. Ugh.