A Knights Tale
A good Knights duty is always worthwhile
Go forth into battle wearing only a smile
Shocking the enemy, first with his lance
And then realizing he’s not wearing pants.
So, back to the castle for armor and shield
You can tell by the shine that this Knights is well healed
Forwards, onwards, upwards and more
Lay around the good Knight, dead, more than fourscore.
So, saved by Sir Skogsy the maidens of the village
No longer fear the rape and the pillage
But lay themselves down, kneeling to thank
To the good Knight they ask, would you like a cake?
