skygiants

Well, I did warn y'all I would do it.

Gunshots and slingshots and enemies bleeding
Trapped in box canyons with horses stampeding;
Tracing your lineage back to a king,
These are a few of my favorite things

Watching your spider-kid die of starvation,
Moving your hips in disturbing gyration,
Come-come-comalla when somebody sings,
These are a few of my favorite things

Ka-tet and astin and beams on a tower,
Saving the world by protecting a flower,
Hawks that keep flying on much-battered wings,
These are a few of my favorite things

When the girl burns
When the boy drops
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad!

You have to imagine him twirling around merrily as he sings it.