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Chuckle of the Day

In the Great Hall
(Sung to the tune of “Zip-a-dee-do-dah”)

There’s Paracelsus bent to his task
Dressed all in black with that stupid gold mask
In his own glory he loves to bask
What’s our opinion?  Don’t even ask!

He’s a dirty, rotten villain
He and Father… such contrast
It’s no wonder he’s an outcast

And if you question how he might rate
He is the one we all love to hate.