Scaling the Walls (aka Death of a Stale Plan)
We’ll make a wall, we’ll fortify
It with great crenellations
And that will moat-ivate my base
To give me an ovation
We’ll design it for the people
It will be our finest hour
When we draw bridges
And a tower beneath which we can cower
We will keep our keep
Our chains and our portcullis
The badge upon our caps
Will be where our “il est mort” skull is