There once was a knight named Sir John
Who lived at castle times long gone
He had hair so red and a sword of gold
His shield held marks of past quests bold
With maces and axes and with his sword
He fought evil enemies of his lord
One black, one green, one red, one white
He fought them all with much of his might
The very last battle was on top of a hill
He realized the duty he had to fulfill
Keeping his sword inside of its sheath
He acted with the cunning of a thief
To John, the answer was bold and clear
This time he took out his spear
And gathering all the strength he had
He thrust it at those four strong lads
It went through the green and though the red
Both of the men fell over dead
The white and the black died of fear
Though it might sound awfully queer
Then John came home while full of glory
And he told his king of this story
Now I am old and I tell you this tale
Of me, when I was a young strong male
