The Tale of Sir Robin
So each of the knights went their separate ways
Sir Robin rode north, through the dark forest of Ewing
Accompanied by his favorite minstrels
Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot
He was not afraid to die, oh Brave Sir Robin
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin
He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp
Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken
To have his kneecaps split and his body burned away
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin
His head smashed in and his heart cut out
And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged
And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off
And his penis
That's, that's, that's enough music for now, lads
Looks like there's dirty work afoot
Hold, yes, it was the deaded, three-headed night
The fiercest creature for yards around
For second after second Robin held his own
But the unslot proved too much for the brave knight
Scarcely was his arm adempt
When Robin suddenly, dramatically changed his tactics
He buggered off
So he has, he's scampered
Brave Sir Robin ran away
No
Bravely ran away away
I didn't
When danger reared its ugly head
He bravely turned his tail and fled
No
Yes Brave Sir Robin turned about
I didn't
And gallantly he chickened out bravely taking to his feet
I never did
He beat a very brave retreat
Oh, lie
Bravest of the brave Sir Robin
I never