Knights
In the days of old With all his armor,
I'm oft told, He carried quite a load.
Monsters were mean Taking up his lance,
And men were bold. Into battle he rode.
The dragons they would slay, Back from the fighting,
Any that got in the way. All tired and worn,
And help a damsel in distress, They would have a feast,
All in a day. And drink wine from a horn.
The moat they would swim And as often as not
On just a whim, He could be found,
And climb a tree Sitting at a table
Limb by limb. That was large and round.
Across the fields they ride, This great warrier
Into the woods to hide, Was called a Knight.
Adventures they sought, He lived and loved
They lived and died. With all his might.
Ivan
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