Staggering drunkenly,
The knight
Was quite a sight
To see.

Dressed in heavy armor,
He fell
Right in front of me.

Landed in the mud,
And his armor
Is shiny no more.

I couldn't help
But laugh aloud,
As he thrashed about
And swore.

Me and the other lads
Had a ball
Playing kick the can.

We dented his armor,
And that's not all.

We beat him with sticks,
Bashed him with bricks,
And took turns
Kicking him in the balls.

Now the knight
Isn't moving at all,
He lays quietly
In the mud.

We can still hear
Him breathing, though,
As he drowns in his
Blood.

The church bells
Are ringing;
It must be noon,
And we have to go.

Hail Mary's
We'll soon be singing,
Praying and thinking
About the drunken knight
And his poor soul.