text: Your Highness I believe there is much to fear
  Really? Those Peonis are no longer here
  A much greater danger may await you now
  Hows that possible?
  With permission, Your Highness, Ill tell you how
  Go on...
  Its my duty to inform you and if Im correct
  To ignore this great emergency would be neglect
  Its the motto of my office
  Serve and protect
  There are those who walk among us who show no respect
  Really?
  The law must be adjusted
  There are those who cant be trusted
  Oh, my goodness
  Tell me about these people
  A sneaky little family who do sneaky little things
  Who stick their sneaky noses into matters of the king
  I fear if theyre not dealt with --
  The prospect makes me weep --
  A zucchini-shaped sarcophagus is where youll sleep
  Really?
  The nerve!
  I am disgusted!
  There are those who cant be trusted
  That sure doesnt sound like a nice family
  Nope
  Your Highness I believe we must act with speed
  Agreed, say the word
  Ill give you what you need
  A simple solution but you must act now
  Well, how can I help?
  With permission, Your Highness, Ill tell you how
  Go on...
  After careful calculation Ive got just the thing
  Well send to the dreaded isle of tickling
  But before I can take action
  We have to close the deal
  And it needs the kingly imprint of your royal seal
  I agree!
  They must be busted!
  There are those who cant be trusted
  That sneaky little family who do sneaky little things
  Who stick their sneaky noses into matters of the king
  For crimes against the kingdom
  The punishment is steep!
  The isle of endless tickling is where theyll sleep
  The law is now adjusted
  For those who cant be trusted
  Ha!
  Mordecai is busted!
  There are those who cant be trusted