Once lived a tall and gallant knight;
Yclept he was Sir Battledore.
He rescued maidens from their plight
As knights need must in times of yore.
His ebon locks to shoulders fall;
They match the color of his eyes.
Whene’er he storms a castle wall
His foe must always yield, and dies.
A maiden fair he loved and wooed;
He pledged to her his life and heart.
But Lady Madge rebuffed his suit,
Declared that he should quick depart.
The reason for her cruel slight?
He was a dark and stormy knight.