Long ago in days of old
There lived a knight who wasn’t quite as bold
As a knight should be

He rode an old grey mare called Bess
Searching for a damsel in distress
Just to see if he
Could set her free

See the knight in rusty armor ride
Through the glade
At his side there hangs his trusty sword
With a rusty blade

Up the tower steps he sneaked
And as he moved his rusty armor creaked
Such a mournful note

All the sentries at their posts
Thought it must have been the castle ghost
They jumped for their lives
In the moat . . .

—Peter & Gordon