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When Mad King Michael with his crown
Comes again from Disney Town,
Listen, listen, as I sing,
Hear the tales of this mad king.
Keyblade held in hands of white,
Striking terror in the night,
Seeking end to all the dark--
Hide it safely in your heart.
Oh, Mad King Michael with his feet,
Never will he be discreet;
Calling card of emblems shod,
Leaves his face where'er he trod.
From the light you'll hear his call
Echoing throughout the hall--
Laughter meant to reign with fear,
Squeaky singsong loud and clear.
Fast he comes and fast he leaves,
Swift and cunning as a breeze,
Star Shard armed he'll slip right in;
Walls mean nothing, not to him.
Terrible, the grin he wears,
Monstrous face with vacant stare.
Worst of all, and worser still:
Children lost to do his will.
Tho' he claims they have a choice,
Children always heed the voice;
One by one they'll slip away--
His army now, him they obey.
Listen, listen, this I sing:
To your young ones tightly cling
When again from Disney Town
Comes Mad King Michael with his crown.