I don't know why I'm doing this. This really trashes Jon. Like really. And he is beyond spoiled. Pretty OOC. I looked for the most spoiled-brat song I could find and I thought of one thing… Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I know, I know! But think of all them spoiled kids! I found the most atrocious songs!
Disclaimer: The characters and stuff belong to TP, and the song belongs to whoever did C&CF.
Jonathan of Conte- the Spoiled Brat
Gooses
Geeses
I want a goose to lay gold eggs for Easter
(It will, sweetheart)
At least a hundred a day!
(Anything you say)
And by the way…
Jonathan of Conte, the heir to the Tortallan throne, wailed at his mother's feet.
"I want it! Give it to me! I want it now!"
Queen Lianne sighed and gave her son a small doll. He threw it across the room.
"No! I want the extra super-fantastic doll that sometimes talks if you yell!"
I want a feast
(You ate before you came to the factory)
I want a bean feast
(Oh, one of those)
Cream buns and doughnuts and fruitcake with no nuts so good you could go nuts
(You can have all those thing when you get home)
No, I want it
now.I want a ball
"I want more toys than Gary or Roger or anybody! I never get what I want! I don't want to be a page! I want to be a prince and order people about and have feasts in my honor!"
The King picked up Jonathan. "Oh, yes, you'll be the best prince ever. People will come from far and wide just to kiss the ground beneath your feet."
Jon kicked and wailed and fell off his father's lap. "No! That's not good enough! I want people to come from far and wide and near and narrow and high and low!"
I want a party
Pink macaroons and a million balloons and performing baboons and
Give it to me
Now
I want the world
I want the whole world
I want to lock it all up in my pocket
It's my bar of chocolate
Give it to me
Now
"I want candy and everything! I don't wanna rule Tortall, I wanna rule Scanra and Galla and Tusaine and Tyra-"
"You will, sweetling," said his mother, "You'll conquer more than your grandfather. The whole world will be yours to keep."
I want today
I want tomorrow
I want to wear my braids in my hair and I don't want to share 'em!
I want a party with roomfuls of laughter
Ten thousand tons of ice cream
And if I don't get the things I am after
I'm going to scream
"No! I want more!" he yelled. "I want it now! Give it to me right now!"
He ran around the room, pulling toys out of trunks and throwing them in the air, then ripping them to shreds.
"Waaaaaaaaa!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. "Waaaaaaaa!"
I want the works
I want the whole works
Presents and prizes and sweets and surprises of all shapes and sizes
And now
"Oh, there goes Jonathan of Conte," they all said. "The spoiled brat."
Don't care how
I want it now
Don't care how
I want it now
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Hee, hee. Of course, being a page certainly reformed him, didn't it? I got the idea for this whole thing from when Alanna said to Myles "I never really thought of him as spoiled before, but I guess that all princes are to some extent…"
