Nothing inspires or tastes so sweet as an elixir of hope for a better place, so there's Big Rock Candy Mountain. That's a land that's fair and bright where you can sleep out every night. It had lemonade springs where the blue bird sings, where there ain't no snow and wind don't blow. Where the cops all have wooden legs and their bulldogs have rubber teeth and the jailhouse has a special door that you walk right out as soon as you walk in. You never have to change your socks and there's little steams of alcohol that go trickling down the rocks and the hens, believe it not, lay soft boiled eggs! Ain't no place like Big Rock and i's far away near some crystal fountains. But it's there..... it's there alright.
But what better paradise is there that even a rich ole king would hope? When his every wish is granted, his every need fulfilled, what beckoning better place comes to a kingly mind? Maybe he could decree that in his kingdom July and August could not be too hot. That winter must not begin till December and must be gone by March second on the dot. And it must not rain till after sundown and be gone in the morning by eight so there simply will not...
Be a more congenial spot...
For happily ever-aftering there
In
Camelot.....