The greatest of knights whom I knew
A dangerous dragon he slew
By way of a fart;
For he wasn't smart,
But farts he could never subdue.
He came back, all proud and haughty,
Thought the king should then throw him a party.
He promptly sat down,
Plucked off the king's crown,
And warned him that he would get "farty".
The king scoffed, denied this request,
Said returning his crown would be best
And pulled out his sword,
But soon he was floored
By the rank smell that came from his guest.