Granted, you're a Knight of the Round Table,
who dances when you're able,
and do routines and chorus scenes
With footwork impeccable.
Who dine well here in Camelot,
And eat ham and jam and spam a lot.
Your wish is granted. One catch: you become so focused on the task at hand that it get the attention of the government, who proceed to bring you in for questioning.
I wish that I was not the last of Barrett's Privateers