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 2nd
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
Happ'ly-ever-aftering
Than here in
Camelot
And I suppose
The autumn leaves
Fall
In neat little piles
Oh no my lady
They blow away
Completely whoot
At night of course
Of course
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
Happ'ly-ever-aftering
Than here in
Camelot