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The Dark Knight's Tale

Knight on bear mountain

The knight rode up, in squeaking armour,

Fury writ upon his brow

And strange to say, he rode a lama—

A thief had nicked his favourite cow.

A knight whose thing was riding cattle?

I hear you ask, in rising fear.

Why yes, he did, but not in battle

The horse he'd sold to pay for beer.

His helm was sable, like his rage

And black was all the gear he wore

Save on his arm an off-white gage

But black was the stubble on his jaw.

He slapped his shield upon the bar,

It bore his motto "Ebon semper"

And made it clear, both near and far

He had a really nasty temper.

He kicked the spittoon over twice

And gave the crowd a dreadful fright

And then they saw, quite in a trice,

It was a dark and stormy knight.

Please send this to your friends, and spoil their New Year.