"Does this mean the Spaniard and his pleasure-loving whore of a Sheriff are becoming too weak to handle their own City? Nap time for the Prince might be just around the corner..."
It’s half past twelve: time to heed this rhyme
Rest your head for sleepy time
You had many centuries to play and laugh
You got all dirty and had a bath
Three rubber duckies float in the tub
You start singing “rub a dub dub”
Out you come and towel dry
We say it's nap time, you almost cry
The shades are pulled, you sulk to bed
Your eyes are sleepy from the tomes you've read
Your haven secured, your eyes soon close
Your breathing gets heavy and you start to doze
The stake procured, wooden and thin
When driven clean through your slumber begins
Saint or Demon? It matters not.
You'll bother us no more while in Torpor you rot
Rest your head for sleepy time
You had many centuries to play and laugh
You got all dirty and had a bath
Three rubber duckies float in the tub
You start singing “rub a dub dub”
Out you come and towel dry
We say it's nap time, you almost cry
The shades are pulled, you sulk to bed
Your eyes are sleepy from the tomes you've read
Your haven secured, your eyes soon close
Your breathing gets heavy and you start to doze
The stake procured, wooden and thin
When driven clean through your slumber begins
Saint or Demon? It matters not.
You'll bother us no more while in Torpor you rot
(Queen of Treason – Muwa ha ha ha ha!)
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