I sit at my table
And ponder the fable
Of Arthur
And all his brave knights
With much derring-do
And Merlin there too
Inventing
All sorts of delights
The sword in the stone
Which Arthur alone
Could extract
And wield with great skill
He soon became king
With sceptre and ring
And many
A knave he did kill
Now it's understood
King Arthur was good
He won twelve
Great battles they say
But number thirteen
Was not his best scene
He was killed
At the end of the day
But how can we know
This really is so
For no-one
Has found Camelot
And that old Round Table
Is surely a fable
Although then again
Maybe not!