SIR EDWARD And now, my dear, when good is done T'would be remiss not to reward the gracious one And thou art she, the League has found Who laid our fallen brother in the ground SIR EDWARD, THE LEAGUE To she, our Queen, we raise our claws T'would be remiss of us not to unite our paws And serenade her with our tune SIR EDWARD So thus it falls to me as our tribune To now present you with the biggest spoon! THE LEAGUE Biggest spoon ♪ SIR EDWARD Ahem If you don't mind, my Lady I'll leave the tunnel open that we may meet again EMILY Oh, yes, of course, Sir Edward Ah! I almost forgot to thank you For the pencil, I mean SIR EDWARD T'was my pleasure, my Queen