
It's true! It's true! The crown has made it clear, the climate must be perfect all the year.....
A law was made a distant moon ago here, July and August cannot be too hot.
And there's a legal limit to the snow here, in Camelot.
The winter is forbidden till December, and exits March the second on the dot.
By order, summer lingers through September in Camelot.
Camelot! Camelot!
I know it sounds a bit bizarre
But in Camelot, in Camelot, that's how conditions are.
The rain may never fall till after sundown.
By eight, the morning fog must disappear.
In short, there's simply not a more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here in Camelot!
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Who can take a sunrise, sprinkle it with dew?
Cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two?
The candyman, oh the candyman can
The candyman can 'cause he mixes it with love
And makes the world taste good
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Lenny: Tell about that place, George.
George: I just told you, just last night.
Lenny: Go on, tell again, George.
George: Well, its ten acres. Got a little windmill. Got a little shack on it, an a chicken run. Got a kitchen, orchard, cherries, apples, peaches, nuts, got a few berries. Theys a place for alfalfa and plenty water to flood it. They's a pig pen
Lenny: And rabbits, George.
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Tell me about the rabbits, George...
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