A broken man I rule the wasted world
The suit of armour keeps in plaster cast
The bits of me that flew off safely furled
I heal in peace the war is won at last
The castle caved to minstrel cornet blast
Unwanted strains enhanced abuses hurled
In smoke down wind that killed and curled
I wore the helmet filtered foe aghast
The water reservoir I joined to rest
To waterways across the world all one
To walled in freezers based on sunshine shun
Ice cream of oats on berries springtime fest
The squires afford a jig of hunting stoats
In mirror armour fancy foe view rotes
Chorus stoats stoats stoats
