It is annappreciated.I am going to AnnaKnight you since you bow.
Oh, I fain swoon, Dame Fatima! Howie’er, this knight is a lady and can only have pure 24k gold next to her skin. No coats of armor for moi! C’est Moi, c’est moi!
Don’t let it be forgot ... that once there was a spot ... for happily-ever-aftering ... that was known as ANNA-lot!
ANNA-lot, ANNA-lot ...
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 ANNAlot.
The winter is forbidden till December
And exits March the second on the dot.
By order, summer lingers through September
In ANNAlot.
ANNAlot! ANNAlot!
I know it sounds a bit bizarre,
But in ANNAlot, ANNAlot
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 happily-ever-aftering than here
In ANNAlot.
ANNAlot! ANNAlot!
I know it gives a person pause ...
But in ANNAlot, ANNAlot
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 happily-ever-aftering than here
In ANNAlot.
Sorry, I *felt a song coming on.*