camelot..

Authur:
It's true, it's true, the crown has made it clear
The climate must be perfect all 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, 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 happy ever-aftering than here in Camelot.

Camelot! Camelot! I know it gives a person pause,
But in Camelot, Camelot,
Those are the legal laws.
The snow may never slush upon the hillside,
By nine PM the moonlight must appear,
In short, there's simply not,
a more congenial spot,
For happy ever-aftering than here in Camelot.