Once in the night
There was a knight
Named Clyde
And he might
Be all right.
He flied
From Bide-
fort, bright
To see this sight
Outside,
During the flight,
In such a height.
Next to his site,
There was a guide,
Quiet
Thinking: Flying isn’t right!
And finally cried.
He was way to excite-
D, that he tried
A fight
And bite
Everybody inside,
Even a bride,
So the others were delight,
That he has been tied.
Auszeit.
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