"Summoned quite late to the Tiniest Court,
Myself (and a cat that I know) did report
To her Highness (Or, Lowness) who said (over tea)
The moon was a problem. Indubitably.
"The moon," said she, gesturing, "Sings all the night.
And no one may seize any Zs. Impolite!
It's an endless succession of poorly sung songs.
And Sadly, the lyrics are often quite wrong."
-Penny Arcade, 'In The Service of the Queen'"
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