The siege drags on for nine long years,
Surpassing the words of all the seers.
Morale is low, the fighting's slow,
And everyone just wants to go.
After nine long years have passed,
They think that this meeting's the last.
But Menelaus then steps forward:
"I will challenge any lord!"
In a blaze of white-hot fire,
Paris yells, "That's upped my ire!
"I'll take you on, you stupid lout,
and then you won't have need to shout!"
Menelaus comes in fury,
and Paris quickly feels quite puny.
"I think that I have changed my plan!"
But in the way stern Hector stands.
"You coward, you must go and fight!
Rescue Troy from this foul plight!"
Paris, quaking, turns around
and hesistantly stands his ground.
"All right, brother, I will fight,
Though I rather prefer flight!"
Paris gets the leading throw,
but his spear cast is too low.
Menelaus throws quite hard,
it almost pierces Paris' heart.
But it stops just at his shirt,
and Paris is not even hurt.
Menelaus swings his sword
at the coward Trojan lord.
It hits the helmet, but then shatters
He's as mad as many hatters.
Menelaus seizes the crest
Of Paris' helmet, yells, "I'm the best!"
Paris topples to the ground.
Menelaus drags him round.
For the Grecian line he makes,
While purple Paris chokes and shakes.
Paris' face is turning blue,
It looks like quite a nasty hue.
The goddess of love takes pity on him,
And cuts through the straps, which are thin.
Paris bounds up with a shout,
But Aphrodite leads him out.
Menelaus shakes his fist,
while all the Greeks boo and hiss.
"I'm the victor, can't you see?
This war is over, at least for me!"
"No, it's not!" The Trojans yell,
"Paris is alive and well!"
Surpassing the words of all the seers.
Morale is low, the fighting's slow,
And everyone just wants to go.
After nine long years have passed,
They think that this meeting's the last.
But Menelaus then steps forward:
"I will challenge any lord!"
In a blaze of white-hot fire,
Paris yells, "That's upped my ire!
"I'll take you on, you stupid lout,
and then you won't have need to shout!"
Menelaus comes in fury,
and Paris quickly feels quite puny.
"I think that I have changed my plan!"
But in the way stern Hector stands.
"You coward, you must go and fight!
Rescue Troy from this foul plight!"
Paris, quaking, turns around
and hesistantly stands his ground.
"All right, brother, I will fight,
Though I rather prefer flight!"
Paris gets the leading throw,
but his spear cast is too low.
Menelaus throws quite hard,
it almost pierces Paris' heart.
But it stops just at his shirt,
and Paris is not even hurt.
Menelaus swings his sword
at the coward Trojan lord.
It hits the helmet, but then shatters
He's as mad as many hatters.
Menelaus seizes the crest
Of Paris' helmet, yells, "I'm the best!"
Paris topples to the ground.
Menelaus drags him round.
For the Grecian line he makes,
While purple Paris chokes and shakes.
Paris' face is turning blue,
It looks like quite a nasty hue.
The goddess of love takes pity on him,
And cuts through the straps, which are thin.
Paris bounds up with a shout,
But Aphrodite leads him out.
Menelaus shakes his fist,
while all the Greeks boo and hiss.
"I'm the victor, can't you see?
This war is over, at least for me!"
"No, it's not!" The Trojans yell,
"Paris is alive and well!"