Ode to Queen Svava
Here’s Queen Svava, there’s Queen Svava
She’s a busy little Svava;
Tired Svava, Wired Svava.
Svava! Svava! Duck!
Svava! Svava! Cheesecake Svava!
Broadsword! Shield! Valkyrie Svava!
Svava! Svava! Armoured Svava!
Svava! Svava! Duck!
She was once Trinculo.
She lived on a peak,
But she never saw the way
To be so mild and meek.
She was only ten feet tall,
but she grabbed the moon
And now listen little child
Don’t mess with that spoon.
Did you ever see Queen Svava
Kiss her Svava like a Svava?
Svava’s Svava tastes of Svava.
Svava! Svava! Duck!
Half Queen Svava needs more Svava!
Not a Svava! Lava Svava!
Svava needs another Java!
Svava! Svava! Duck!
Is that how it’s told now?
Is it all so old?
Is it made of viking gristle?
Doorknob ankle cold!
Now my song is getting thin,
I’ve run out of luck.
Hope when Svava hears this song
I’ll be quick and duck.
(Based on Llama, Llama, Duck found here
