The Ballad of Sir Superfluous, by Tim Train

He ran into town in an oncoming rush,
His sword like a weapon in hand!
And he had won great fame for his glorious fame,
Renowned throughout all of the land!

But far in the distance, a long way away,
Loomed a thing with a looming great loom -
And how could her know what he was not to know,
That his fate would soon meet with its doom?

High over the town in the sky up above,
Like a monstrous mythical beast,
Flew a dragonish dragon of dragonly kind -
Or Jabberwock at the least.

He waved to the beast with a gesture of hands,
And called with a shout like a cry,
And jeered jeering jeers of an insulting type -
That the wyrm must now fatally die!

So boldly courageous, our knight, almost brave,
Full of dander and audacious pluck!
How sorry we'll be to see your sad end,
The close of your fortunate luck!

Right then, on the double, that duo of two
Fought a horrible terrible fight!
All the crashes went smash and the dashes went bash
In that battle of powerful might!

Such a contest of strength and of muscular force!
Such a roaring of shouting and sound!
That this most deadly dangerous hour of peril
Could be heard from all over around!

And then it was done in a conclusive manner,
They were killed by a murderous death!
Our hero the knight and the dragon as well
Also drew his last dragonish breath!

O then what an earful of cheerful cheers cheering
Their jubilant whoops of hooray -
And such sorrowful gloom at the knight's sombre doom -
To have died to his death on this day!

So let us recall what we will not forget
And tell it until it is told -
And our children as well will then tellingly tell
This tale so ancient and old.

- Tim Train