The Vorpal Spoon Saga

With a twinkle (a twinkle) In his eye, cutlery in hand [Verse 1] From the kitchen drawer (the drawer) He drew his mighty shiny glare In his grip (his grip) A utensil beyond compare Then he [Vorpal Man] He was armed [Chorus] Armed with a spoon so vorpal, true [Vorpal Man] Ready to scoop [Chorus] Faced his fruit With a grin, in his dining room chair Prepped for battle (the battle) Yogurts quiver, puddings fear Empty belly growls (it roars) This breakfast quest he holds so dear In his sights (the fruit) A melon ripe, awaits its fate