“I’ve been thinking of inviting Sir Lancelot to the ball…”
♪♫"I beg of you, ma’am, withhold your invitation.
I swear to you this challenge will be met.
And when I have finished up the operation,
I’ll serve him to your highness en brochette!
You’ll pierce right through him?
I’ll barbecue him!
A wicked thrust?
’Twill be dust to dust!
From fore to aft?
He’ll feel a draft!
You may sit by me at the ball
If you demolish him in battle
In fact, I know I’d cry were you not by me at the ball!"♪♫