I’m a knight in shining armor
But I don’t do well in the summer
Because the heat gets me crying.
On a mission to a volcano
I sent an apprentice in my stead,
He returned on fire with sweat quickly drying.
I’ve been getting fat
While I sit here reading
But if I told you this is the life I’d be lying.
If the tournament’s scheduled in winter
Like the Iditarod,
Then I’ll be skippy while sending my foes out dying.
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