Lancelot and the Damsel
In days of old When men were bold And Arthur was the king Sir Lancelot The knight was hot And he'd tried everything Then one hot day While on his way Back home upon a wagon He saw a girl With golden curl Escaping from a Dragon Behold! He cried His smile wide And proffered up his sword Your fiery breath Will be your death. He stood, and charged, and roared He faced the beast Feared not the least And drove the sword with power The dragon bled And soon was dead As Lance stood like a tower Oh...