'Allo, daffy English kaniggets and Monsieur Arthur-King, who is afraid of a duck, you know! So, we French fellows out-wit you a second time! Don't say that word. Uh, well, no, you see... Packing it in and packing it up And sneaking away and buggering up And chickening out and pissing about Yes, bravely he is throwing in the sponge Cider! A duck. Firstly, you must find... another shrubbery! [dramatic chord] And this enchanter of whom you speak, he has seen the grail? Then you are cast into the Gorge of Eternal Peril. [tap-dancing]