Scary Knight
or
It was a dark and stormy Knight


There was little light, a stormy knight,
The weather was bad also.
A terrible night with a terrible knight,
At the chamber door, a crow.

A fireside dog and a fireside log,
I pondered by my weary brain
   I tossed in my dog instead of the log
His howling nearly drove me insane.

The error of my ways, I could not stave
So I pulled the poor beast out.
He was singed to the skin and his eyes were dim
But his loyalty was never in doubt.

To amend my ways, to this very day
I call him Sir Lancelot
And he sleeps in my bed where I once laid my head
Like a King on his Royal Yacht.

Cap't Bob