On Monday, June 3, 2013 4:22:49 AM UTC-4, Gliderphud wrote:
Bravely bold Sir Robin

Rode forth from Camelot

He was not afraid to die

Oh Brave Sir Robin

He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways

Brave, Brave, Brave Brave Sir Robin.



He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp

Or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken

To have his kneecaps split and his body burned away

And his limbs all hacked and mangled, Brave Sir Robin.



His head smashed in and his heart cut out

And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged

And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned up

And his penis...(made to stop by Robin)



Brave Sir Robin ran away.

Bravely ran away, away.

When danger rears its ugly head

He bravely turned his tail and fled.

He left his trusty steed, Ventus, on a mountain.

Yes Brave Sir Robin turned about

He gallantly chickened out.



Bravely taking to his feet

He beat a very brave retreat.

Oh bravest of the brave, Sir Robin.

too soon