It is said that a Knight
Life has taken as a lad
So when in the palace he is
We know the life he lives
Bread and water just one serving
and sour wine with no seasoning
Enjoy a lot and eats little
Singing songs like a madman
As he brings little clothing
Always hungry and cold he is
But always on his navel
A warm maiden will be gamboling
As for young women around
He has no longing
And singing and laughing with them
For with them he joyful is
While not eating he sure smiles
Love, kindness and friendship
Each and every breathe of life
That’s why he won’t leave palace
Not for hunt
Not for fight
Because life as a lad
He wants to enjoy, the knight
