Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Ian!
He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp,
Or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken;
To have his kneecaps split, and his body burned away;
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Ian!
His head smashed in and his heart cut out
And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged
And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off
And his pen------
SHE SAW ME!
She lost all interest in slim guy and..
Brave Sir Ian ran away.
Bravely ran away, away!
When danger reared its ugly head,
He bravely turned his tail and fled.
Yes, brave Sir Ian turned about
And gallantly he chickened out.
Bravely taking to his feet
He beat a very brave retreat,
and on and on....
Stolen from a Monty python thing but..
Thanks Ollie, you inspire me.