Back in history, in days of old
Twas then that knights were very bold
And the ladies were covered in gold

It was in that time there lived a bold knight
Who would satisfy the ladies at night
And with gold they would see him right

There was a fair maiden, Lucy-Mae
Who could not keep a secret, try as she may
And her husband found out she’d been led astray

He swore revenge, the knight must die
At night an ambush he would try
And the knight surely in hell would fry

It was just after the setting of the sun
The knight did come on the run
So eager was he to begin his fun

Around the corner, unaware was he
Waited magical sword called Thantee
The aim was low, well above the knee

The sword did his manhood sever
Gone was it, no more to use, never ever
Became a member of court, eunuch forever

Now there’s a moral, a tale to be told
Keep your pants zippered, don’t be too bold
And you’ll be intact until your old