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Sir Gawain


Gawain was his name

He loved to play a game

He went on noble quests

Before he went and took tests

He went before the Green knight

During the dark of night

He loved his classes

Though he never wore glasses

He doesn't understand why

People just stand by

To go along and shirk

He would call his friend Kirk

Who would be Captain someday

Somehow and some way

Over the Enterprise

But Gawain is the one we Idolize

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