JOSEPH:
Stop! You robbers -- your little number's up!
One of you has stolen my precious golden cup!
NARRATOR:
Joseph started searching through his brothers' sacks
Everyone was nervous, no-one could relax
Who's the thief? Who's the thief?
Is it Reuben? No!
Is it Simeon? No!
Is it Napthali? No!
Is it Dan? No!
Is it Asher? No!
Is it Isaachar? No!
Is it Levi? No!
Who's the man?
Is it Zebulun? No!
Is it Gad? No!
Is it Judah? No!
Is it him? Could it be, could it be, could it possibly be -- Benjamin?
Yes! Yes! Yes!
JOSEPH:
Benjamin, you nasty youth, your crime has shocked me to the core
Never in my whole career have I encountered this before
Guards, seize him! Lock him in a cell!
Throw the key into the Nile as well!
HANDMAIDENS:
Each of the brothers fell to his knees
BROTHERS:
Show him some mercy oh mighty one please
He would not do this, he must have been framed
Jail us and beat us, we should be blamed
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