Gallant knight, brave and bold, forward go
Championing justice for both high and low
Long ago, parents did name him Bob
And raised him eating corn on the cob
For a peasant farmer’s son was he
Until called to battle for both king and country
He went forth with pitchfork, weapon of a farmer,
And absolutely awful abstracted armor
So strange he looked that the enemy fell back in fear
Not wanting such a man to come them near
And so the battle turned into a rout
Without any real fighting to brag about
As a celebrated hero returns now the knight
Never having fought in this or any other fight