In the Hall of the New Moose King

Shed the antlers shed the crown
Shed the antlers shed the crown

Raccoon from Saturn's fifth moon
Arrived for the king coronation too soon
Unfit to become to ill-advisor
Still gave bad advice from under his space visor

Your crown won't fit atop you antlers
The antlers are my crown
Your crown won't sit atop your antlers
The antlers are my crown

The royal hall of the new moose king
How a-moose-ing, no need to kiss the ring
Special perch for doves learning to sing
Offering not needed to bring, the red bee sting

Sends the bishop frog into panic ribbit
The moose booms with a bass-y "quit it"
I don't want this I don't need this
Trip up, stay up, I don't need this

The raccoon repeats
Your crown won't fit atop you antlers
The antlers are my crown
The antlers are my crown



Credits
Writer(s): Julian Faulkner
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