[SIR EDWARD]
And now, my dear, when good is done
Would be remiss not to reward the gracious one
And thou art she, the League has found
Who laid our fallen brother in the ground

[SIR EDWARD & RAT CHORUS]
To she, our Queen, we raise our claws
Would be remiss of us not to unite our paws
And serenade her with our tune

[SIR EDWARD]
So thus it falls to me as our tribune
To now present you with the Biggest Spoon

[RAT CHORUS]
Biggest Spoon…

[SIR EDWARD]
Ahem…
If you don't mind, my lady
I’ll leave the tunnel open
That we may meet again

[EMILY]
Oh yes, of course, Sir Edward
I almost forgot to thank you
For the pencil, I mean
[SIR EDWARD]
'Twas my pleasure, my Queen