I weild the Blade of Le’gume whose bite still recalls the savour of my mortal foe To’foo. It hungers anew. Wilst thou fight me, oh pretender to the throne
I weild the Blade of Le’gume whose bite still recalls the savour of my mortal foe To’foo. It hungers anew. Wilst thou fight me, oh pretender to the throne
Down with the monarchy!
Stay thy tongue shitizen the throne and the relief it permits is mine and mine alone
this is what i have been saying
bean has lost the mandate of heaven
Smash the beaniarchy!
And UP with the Diarchy , whispered Dirt Owl.