Sir Sleepolot

Twas early morning,

When the gallant and clumsy,

Sir Sleepolot was awoken,

He was awoken by a strange,

No less, peculiar noise.

But alas!

He did not knoweth of where this strange,

No less, peculiar noise,

Had cometh from,

'Where has this strange noise come from?'

Sir Sleepolot asketh himself

'And what great beast,

Does make this strange noise?'

So it was,

That the gallant and clumsy,

Sir Sleepolot,

Goeth out of his great castle,

To search for this great beastly noise,

His great sword Exdrowsybur by his side.

Sir Sleepolot takes his first step slowly,

No less sluggish,

Second, third, reluctant,

But alas his fourth is mistaken,

Sir Sleepolot falleth to the dirt,

What doth he do now?

Alas!

A noise!

A beastly noise!

Vehement no less,

Has Sleepolot woken the slumbering giant?

No, this thunderous noise,

Is Sir Sleepolot himself,

The gallant and clumsy knight,

Hath fallen asleep!

But alas!

What is this noise?

Tis not Sir Sleepolot,

Could it be the beast,

The gallant and sleeping knight,

Hath been looking for in this short time?

Tis true,

The giant beast that he hath been searching for,

But alas,

Tis not a beast 'tall,

This beast,

Tis a squirrel!

How?

How could this be?

The peculiar noise,

Does cometh from,

the mouth of a squirrel!,

Impossible, no less,

But tis true,

The noise,

Peculiar no less,

Doth cometh from the mouth,

Of a tiny little rodent.

Sir Sleepolot has awoken,

From his nap,

He hears a noise,

Peculiar no less,

'Where doth it come from?'

Asks the gallant knight,

'Who goeth there?'

He asks,

And out cometh the squirrel,

He roars his thunderous roar,

Peculiar no less,

'How could this be?'

Asks the now puzzled knight,

But tis true,

The noise he was so fearful of,

Cometh from the mouth of a rodent.