Clopin and Gypsies:    Maybe you've heard of a terrible place   Where the soundrels of Paris   Collect in a lair      Maybe you've heard of that mythical place   Called the Court of Miracles   Hello, you're there!   Where the lame can walk   And the blind can see   But the dead don't talk   So you won't be around   To reveal what you've found   We have a method for spies and intruders   Rather like hornets protecting their hive   Here in the Court of Miracles   Where it's a miracle if you get out alive!      Clopin:    Justice is swift in the Court of Miracles   I am the lawyers and judge all in one   We like to get the trial over with quickly   Because it's the sentence that's really the fun!      Now that we've seen all the evicence      Puppet:    Wait! I object!      Clopin:    Overruled!      Puppet:    I object!      Clopin:    Quiet!      Puppet:    Dang!      Clopin:    We find you totally innocent   Which is the worst crime of all      All:    So you're going to hang!