The Ballad of Sir Galahad
A flash of white across the glade,
Good Woads, lock up your sons and daughters.
Though his is not a massive blade,
He certainly could make you shorter.
Galahad, Galahad,
His sword is pretty small,
Galahad, Galahad,
But he could make you fall!
A young, ferocious little knight,
You could say he's quite arrogant.
He's always ready to start fights,
He should take anger management.
Galahad, Galahad,
His temper's eas'ly pushed,
Galahad, Galahad,
His hair looks like a bush.
When Saxons came to Badon Hill,
He was one of the first to leave.
But soon he was caught by his guilt,
Returned, and bad guys did he reave.
Galahad, Galahad,
His moods are kind of weird,
Galahad, Galahad,
He has a bizarre beard.
Galahad, Galahad,
He survived to the end,
Galahad, Galahad,
He'll outlive all his friends!