And sir cumference, the sphere
And sir cumference, the sphere
And sir cumference, the sphere
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways
He was not the least bit scared to be smashed into a pulp. Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin!
That's...enough singing for now, lads.
...and there was much rejoicing. Yay!
My favorite part about this is how the narrator casually mentions that they ate some of Sir Robins minstrels on the way.
And there was much rejoicing.
Yaaaay..