| In Sherwood Forest
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| There dwelt a knight
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| Who was known
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| As the righteous Sir Greenbaum
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| And many dragons
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| Had felt the might
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| Of the smite
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| Of the righteous Sir Greenbaum
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| I chanced upon him one morn
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| When he’d recently rescued a maiden fair
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| Why, why art thou so forlorn
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| Sir Greenbaum, is thy heart heavy laden?
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| Said he, «Forsooth
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| 'Tis a sorry plight
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| That engendered my attitude bluish»
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| Said he, «I don’t wanna be a knight
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| That’s no job for a boy who is Jewish»
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| All day with the mighty sword
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| And the mighty steed and the mighty lance
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| All day with that heavy shield
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| And a pair of aluminum pants
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| All day with the slaying and slewing
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| And smiting and smoting like Robin Hood
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| Oh, wouldst I could kick the habit
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| And give up smoting for good
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| And so he said to the other knights
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| «You may have my possessions and my goods
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| For I am moving to Shaker Heights
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| Where I’ve got some connections in dry goods
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| Farewell to the dragon’s paw
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| And the other swashbuckling games and sports
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| I’ll work for my father in law
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| When I marry Miss Guinevere Schwartz" |