In past fabled lands did noblemen rob
The humble peasants of their flocks and sheep
Stealthily at night rode the black masked mob
On dark stallions while the village did sleep

Searching the bottomland of Gimmemoor
Led by a young knight this den of thieves
Caught in the act with such deeds so impure
Shamefully such nobility conceives

Leading the charge in galavanting style
Weapons drawn against men cut down to shreds
The brave people fought back once in a while
As commoners conquered the purebreads

Such as the past is the present my friend
Be not fooled when high and mighty pretend