There was a young Damsel sitting on a tree stump playing the Lute.
and whose got the trots and comes galloping by but a Knight in Amour,
On a Huge Steed.
The young Damsel flutters Eyelids in haste and said' Good Morning Good Knight.
The Knight just carries on riding past !! some what bewildered.
And Mumbles under his breath

....,me that was a quick day?