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.
And exits March the second on the dot.
By order, summer lingers through September
In Camelot.
I know it sounds a bit bizarre,
But in Camelot, Camelot
That's how conditions are.
By eight, the morning fog must disappear.
In short, there's simply not
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.
I know it gives a person pause,
But in Camelot, Camelot
Those are the legal laws.
By nine p.m. the moonlight must appear.
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.
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