There once was a cat, a knight,
Who fought dragons.
Along with his fine feral sidekick
He always stood up
For what was just and right
And for the honor of
His damsel in distress .
One day he looked into his mirror
And saw that he was but a peasant
And his good friend was not one bit better.
The dragons turned out to be windmills
His damsel a homely old spinster.
At least he has his imagination,
And dreams of what may someday be
And dreams of what, long ago, might have been.