In days of yore, when knights were bold, Their armor was shiny, their stories were told. They'd ride into battle, with lances held high, And a mumble they'd make, that would make the ladies sigh.
They'd joust for the ladies, with a mumble and a grin, Their steeds were fast, their hearts were within. They'd charge into battle, with a mumble and a shout, And their armor would shine, like a beacon in doubt.
But little did they know, as they rode into the fray, Their mumbles were heard, by the ladies of the day. For they'd whisper secrets, of their hearts' desire, And the ladies would swoon, like a burning fire.
So if you ever find, yourself in a similar plight, Just remember the mumble, and the ladies' delight. For a good mumble, can be quite a treat, And the ladies will swoon, at your feet.
Chivalrous Chorus Mumbling Knight