lets make a stand . . .   with our weapons in hand
chilvarous true knights of fable
a kiss a caress a damsels distress
those dastardly trollers of fable
and recall the youngs ones the best friend of chums ones
and buxom of maidens indeed
a beach balleen greedy a laughing gnome seedy
 a laughing hyena at speed
cause theres no need like a friend indeed
to rave to the slave of the vogonish
nor like a cat (they all called her pat)
to pats to the rats of the gibberish
a beach belleen whaling rod stewart is sailing
( we dance to the tune of the flibblefish )
one hundred percent gauranteed