The brave Sir Frederick rode out,
for the Dragon he wanted to clout.

Sword in hand and shield readied,
his powerful stead he quickly steadied.

There ahead was the terrible beast,
as on a small village it did recently feast.

With a herioc cry Sir Frederick did charge,
until the Dragon in sight loomed large.

The sword swung past with a margin so slim,
which meant the beast was now behind him.

The mighty Dragon leapt on the poor knight,
a moment later was a grusome sight.

Thus was ended the fight of Sir Fred,
'cause sadly now he was terribly dead.

Sad innit.