"I will distract her,"
Said Sir de la Cruz,
"You circle behind her,
She'll fall for the ruse!"
Beck wasn't as bright
As Sir de la Cruz
So he winked his one eye
And she fell for the ruse.
Oak scuttled around her,
As de la Cruz drew Beck's eye,
And lofted a lead pipe
As big as his thigh
It came down with a wallop,
Came down with a bang,
And Black-hearted Beck
Both hollered and sang.
She fell to the floor
With a mighty big crunch
And with a grin de la Cruz said,
"Well then, I'm off to lunch"
Oak stole to the chamber
In which Molly did sleep;
He had fear for her life
So had no time to creep.
The door was half open -
We might say ajar -
And by the rough breathing,
Molly'd been to the bar.
Softly he went to her,
Lifted her head,
But a shadow stole over them,
Oak's heart filled with dread.
The flickering shadow
Obstructed the door
And a heavy footstep
Distressed the wood floor.
Oak was oblivious,
But Moll's eyes snapped open,
With horror she saw
That Grunt had awoken!
A settling of scores
Was on her agenda
With the razor-sharp dagger
She'd never surrender.
But Sir Oak stepped in first,
Determined to save her,
He took but two steps
Before tripping over
He'd tripped on a lever
Let into the floor
And under his feet
There yawned a trapdoor!
A merciless doom
Seem destined ahead
For all that crawled down
Took courage, and decended
Oak clung to the edge
With all of his might
While Molly prepared
To take up the fight
Her dagger was sharp,
Her dagger was drawn.
Outside the grey lighten'd
With the advent of dawn.
"Your time is over,"
Growled Sir Grunt
"First I'll gut you,
Then your little runt"
He lurched through the doorway,
Caught his foot on the floor
And head over heels he
Fell through the trapdoor.
Sir Oak quite yelped
As Sir Grunt caught his heel,
He kicked hard and Grunt
Fell down screaming his zeal
Oak knew how to find
Sir. Grunt's sensitive places.
He hit at his ankle
Without airs or graces.
