Sir Greenbaum

In Sherwood Forest, there dwelt a knight,
Who was known as the righteous Sir Greenbaum.
And many dragons had felt the might
Of the smite of the righteous Sir Greenbaum.

I chanced upon him one morn,
When he'd recently rescued a maiden fair.
"Why, why art thou so forlorn,
Sir Greenbaum, is thy heart heavy laden?"

"Forsooth," he said, "Tis a sorry plight
That engenders my attitude bluish."
Said he, "I don't want to be a knight --
That's no job for a boy who is Jewish."

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"All day with the mighty steed and the mighty sword and the mighty lance;
All day with that mighty shield and a pair of aluminum pants.
All day with the slaying and slewing and smiting and smoting like Robin Hood;
Oh, how I wish I could kick the habit -- and give up smoting for good."

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And so he said to the other knights,
"You may have my possessions and my goods,
For I am moving to Shaker Heights,
Where I've got some connections in dry goods.

Farewell to the dragon's paw,
And the other swashbuckling games and sports,
I'll work for my father-in-law,
When I marry Miss Gweneviere Schwartz!"

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