The lowly kern with his hooked lance
unseats the knight and makes him pay,
But that sagbut is not the sort
A minstrel man might play;
The bold brass sound that issued forth
From long or shortened bore
Though long before Glenn Miller's birth
would swell and slide and soar.
But is that what a sagbut is,
Or is it something humbler,
A slackening of the nether parts
Of some poor aged bumbler?
How sad to never fill those jeans
So pertly or so tightly,
But if the butt begins to sag,
The end in sight's unsightly.
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