How bright is Mr. Knight
When standing hat in hand;
His kite might take up flight
With an overfilling band.
Sir Knight would often fight
In modern la la land;
His plight was simply quite:
“You have to understand! ”
A jeer with every beer
Whilst roasting sugar flan;
His peer would often sneer
And label man and clan:
“Tis well for one to dwell
On one’s hot wheated berry;
When your sweet Aunt Isabel
Is really Uncle Harry.”
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