Sir Lancelot

And your cook be out, the solution is simple; Thy task then is only to travel, And the magic of Sir Lancelot's empire unravel. Ornaments on the walls, On tables candles glow, The mood of times bygone Are remembered so. And in order to keep your mouth full, we'll serve you a roast dove, not just a mouthful. When the bell tolls midday, the cook sets your feast on the furnace.

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