Brave young Andrew had a goal
To be like all the Knights of old!
So he set forth to Somerset to Glastonbury Tor
To forge a sword of magic strength to be his for evermore.
Forged of steel a millenia old with a magic rune design
Smelt in the fires of an acient Smith magic and lore entwined.
His Mother Susan the wise acompanied him on his quest
The fair Leona, faery Queen betroved of heart there also at his behest.
To hide their high born nobleness and lofty heritage
A humble cottage their dewilling was so with the locals they could merge.
So now we wait with excitement growing
How fairs the bold Andrew is his sword a glowing.
With honest sweat upon his brow
Lessons leaned from the crusty Smitthy now.
Hail brave Knight , Sir Andrew the bold
We wait, breath baited your weapon to behold!
