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Spaff & Lund: Shakespearean Pie

Lyrics: A long, long time ago I can still remember How, alas, poor Yorick’s jokes drew groans He’d dance and sing and kiss my hand Like Elsinore was Neverland But then he went and joined the Skull and Bones And now, Horatio, I get shivers With every line the ghost delivers All the Globe has been dark ‘Cause something rots in Denmark I can’t recall a thing as weird As when dear old Daddy reappeared To say that he’d been poison-eared The day King Hamlet died So: To be or to choose not to be? That’s the question I’m digestin’ in my soliloquy And when fortune aims its slings and arrows at me Tell me how I’m gonna live through Act III? Answer, please, iambically Did you like Shakespeare in Love? And did you rewind for scansion of Gwyneth with her wardrobe gone? Now, do you believe in English Lit? Is brevity the soul of wit? If so, then why’s this bloody play so long? Well, I know this role has real cachet For each Branagh and Olivier Mel Gibson draws blood nice Man, I dig that Passion of Christ! I was a young, great Dane in British schools With my pet Ophelia and a dad who rules But I knew we’d been played for fools The day King Hamlet died So here’s the question: To be or choose rather to be Suicidal or to idle apathetically, Or is volition all it’s cracked up to be If “to die, to sleep, to dream” is lovely? (Please explain the question to me) Less than two months since the obit ran And Lord knows, frailty, thy name’s wo-man: My dumbass uncle wears Dad’s ring So I set the …