Camelot

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: 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 after in 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 p.m. the moonlight must appear In short, there's simply not a more congenial spot For happily ever after in than here in Camelot