In the days of Olde, <br />When knights were bold, <br />We would trek the land, <br />Mighty swords in hand. <br /> <br />Feathers adorned our brim, <br />Bodies lean and trim. <br />To protect, serve, <br />Honor the King, <br />Our lives we pledged to him. <br /> <br />We'd drink barrels of wine, <br />From the fruit of the vine, <br />Many legs of venison eaten, <br />Lay the sword to our enemies, <br />To our foes, and every lowly creton. <br /> <br />We are King Richards men, <br />Numbered ten, <br />Stout mounts await us in the stable, <br />Spirited, armored and able <br />King Richard proclaimed our title, <br />'The Knights of the Round Table'.<br /><br />Philip Lore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-knights-of-the-round-table/
