Great Horsey Champer Goldbraid

Pranced proudly

In the garden villas

With the Sun 

Dipped diving with his horned onyx saddle 

Shining in the black aped eyeballs 

Of the gun 



When the great apple falls 

She'll be queen of your halls 



Tall bowman from the burnt pastures 

Saw Champer and he bowed ground kissing 

To his lord 



Strange beastie from the legend lair Sire, 

I can master with the aid of this 

Skull powdered cord