Brave, brave Sir Robin
Was never one to fight
Even though he was a knight.
When he saw the Knights of Ni
He had the sudden urge to flee.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin
Brave, brave Sir Robin
A cowardly knight he was.
He never shaved his mustache fuzz
Or made a stand alone
Just turned to find a friend to phone.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin
Brave, brave Sir Robin
Was very, very scared
In impeccable attire.
Goosebumps grew, hair stood up
He howled and whimpered like a pup.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin
Brave, brave Sir Robin
King Arthur soon employed
But he was not too overjoyed.
All he did was run away
While Pure Sir Galahad saved the day.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin
Brave, brave Sir Robin
An elephant, so brave
As he crawled into a cave.
When a tiny mouse came about
“AAAARGH!” was what he began to shout.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin
Brave, brave Sir Robin
He bravely shuffled off
He bravely shuffled-uffled off.
He chomped his nails, his nostrils flared,
As the black knight coldly glared.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin
Brave, brave Sir Robin
Wore a coat of mail.
It jingled as he made his bail.
The Dragon of Angor he nearly fought,
But solitude was all he sought.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin
Brave, brave Sir Robin
Acted all divine
But all he did was cry and whine.
When the Chicken of Bristol came about
He stood there stunned and then passed out.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin
Brave, brave Sir Robin
Was not afraid at all
To have his bright blue “eyes gouged out”.
He truly sought the Holy Grail.
He tried and tried then truly failed.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin
Brave, brave Sir Robin
Adorned with green and gold
Shivered in the dreadful cold.
Smelling foul as a pig
He’s known for a regular frightened jig.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin
Brave, brave Sir Robin
Looked for someone to blame
“I didn’t!” was his sorry claim.
“I never!”
”Ever!”
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin
Brave, brave Sir Robin
The coward of the group.
Danger turned his legs to soup.
Thumping heart, bulging eyes.
He wets himself and then he cries.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin
Brave, brave Sir Robin
Sent forth Sir Lancelot
For brave was something he was not.
The bridge was one he would not cross
For he would then scream, “ALBATROSS!”
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin
