Arthur, King.
Now here’s a thing
old Arthur, King,
in Cornwall he was born.
In Tintagel,
he was heard to yell,
on a cold, dark Winter’s morn.
His nights were long,
his knights were strong,
his table it was round;
he is the once
and future king,
so maybe he’ll refound
to say hello
and save us all
from our now and future fate.
