Knights for Breakfast,
cows for lunch,
unsure of what for dinner,
ordering takeout,
saint Leo's drunk,
ah that's what dinner shall be,
he holds no sword,
what a wonderful fool,
his taste should be like venison,
the human meat so tender,
it satisfies the soul,
this fool shall be my endless thirst,
he shall live for longer,
this shall be the endless meal,
this meal shall never end.
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