Grunt's magic was gone,
He'd used his last trick,
So now he faced Oak
And felt rather sick
(Edited to eliminate typo, thanks Clary for picking that up!)
He was seeing double
And speaking it too (see previous verse),
Could he make an appeal
To Oak Oh-so-True?
Oak turned in disgust
From the grovelling Grunt
But the low down old coot
Would have one last punt
"Sir Oak, I must beg you
To listen to me
I'll give you a treasure
As big as a tree."
But behind his broad back
Grunt held a large knife!
And secretly thought
He would end Sir Oak's life!
Sir Oak was not bright,
Had more brawn than brain
But he guessed that Sir Grunt
Was lying again.
